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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

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O    F 


D     A     V     I     D, 

Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

NEW    TESTAMENT; 

And  applied  to  the 

Chrifhian  State  and  Worftiip, 


By  I.    WATTS,    D.  D. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

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the  Coffee-houfe,  Market-ftreet, 

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ADVERTISEMENT 

TO     THE 

READERS, 

On  the  following  Heads. 

Of  the  different  Editions  of  this  Book. 

THE  larger  edition  is  prefaced  with  a  difcour-fe  on  the 
right  -way  of  fitting  the  Pfalms  of  David,  for  Chriffian 
vjorjhip;  wherein  a  plain  account  rs  given  of  the  Author's 
general  conduct  in  this  Imitation  of  the  Pfalms,  together 
with  foine  evident  and  convincing  arguments  to  fupport 
it.  ■  There  are  alfo  particular  notes  added  at  the  end  of  a 
great  number  of  the  pfalms,  which  explain  their  evange- 
lical fen  fe,  and  fhew  the  real"*.  *  vhy  they  are  either  para- 
phrafed  or  abridged  in  fuch  a  manner  here. 

At  the  requefr,  of  many  friends,  the  Author  has  per- 
mitted this  edition  in  a  fmaller  form,  to  render  it  more 
portable  and  convenient  for  public  worfhip;  he  therefore 
defires,  and  may  reaibnably  demand  this  piece  of  juftice 
of  all  his  readers,  that  they  will  not  cenfure  and  condemn 
any  part  of  this  work,  without  a  diligent  peruial  of  the 
larger  edition,  wherein  the  preface  and  notes,  in  the 
judgment  of  many  learned  and  pious  men,  have  given  a 
futF.cieiit  vindication  of  the  whole  performance. 
Of  the  Ufe  of  the  Pfalm-Book. 

The  chief  defiga  of  this  work  was  to  improve  Pfalmody 
or  Religious  Singing,  and  to  encourage  the  frequent  prac- 
tice of  it  in  -public  aflemblies  and  private  families  with 
more  honour  and  delight ;  yet  the  Author  hopes  the  read- 
ing of  it  may  alfo  entertain  the  parlour  and  the  clofet 
with  devout  pleafure  and  holy  meditations  ;  Therefore  he 
would  requeft  his  readers,  at  proper  feafons  to  peruie  it 
through;  and  among  340  facred  Hymns  they  may  find 
out  feveralthat  fuit  their  own  cafe  and  temper,  or  the 
A  7,  circum- 


i 


iv  Jdvertlfement  to  the  Headers. 

cricumftances  of  their  families  and  friends;  they  may 
teach  their  children  fuch  as  are  proper  for  their  age,  and 
by  treafu-ring  them  in  their  memory  they  may  be  fur- 
nifhed  for  pious  retirement,  or  may  entertain  their 
friends  with  holy  melody. 

Of  choofing  or  finding  the  Pfalm. 

Tin:  pcruSal  of  the  whole  book  will  acquaint  every  rea- 
der with  the  Author's  method,  and  by  consulting  the  In- 
dex, or  Table  of  Contents  at  the  end,  he  may  find  Hymns 
very  proper  for  many  occafions  of  the  Christian  life  and 
wotlhip;  though  no  copy  of  David's  Pfalter  can  provide 
for  all,  as  I  have  fhown  in  qfce  Preface. 

Or  if  ne  remembers  the  firft  line  of  any  Pfalitv,  the 
Table  ofthefirfi  Una  will  direct  where  to  find  it. 

Or   if  any  (hall   think  it  beft  to  fir.g  all  the  PSalms  in 
order  in  churches  or  families,  it  may  be  done  with  profit  j 
provided  thofc  PSalms  be    -    itted  that  refer  to  Special  oc- 
currences of  nations,   churches,  or  Single  Christians. 
Of  naming  the  Pfalms. 

Let  the  number  of  the  Pfilm  be  named  diftinctly,  to- 
gether with  the  particular  metre,  and  particular  part  of 
it;  as  for  inftance,  let  us  fing  the  $$d  Vfahn,  id  part,  com- 
won  metre;  or,  let  us  fing  the  91/?  Pfalm,  ift  part,  begin- 
ning at  the  paufi  ;  or,  ending  at  the  paufe ;  ot,  let  us  fttig  the 
84/Z'  Pfalm  as  the  148//;  Pfalm,  &c.  and  then  read  over  the 
iii  ft  ftanza  before  you  begin  to  fing,  that  the  people  may 
find  it  in  their  books,  whether  you  fing  with  or  without 
reading  line  by  line. 

Of  dividing  the  Pfalm. 

If  the  Pfalm  be  too  long  for  the  time  or  cuftom  of  Sing- 
ing, there  are  paufes  in  many  of  them,  at  vPhich  you  may 
properly  reft;  or  you  may  leave  out  thoSe  verSes  which 
are  included  in  crotchets  []  without  disturbing- the  SenSe; 
©r  in  Some  places  you  may  begin  to  fing  at  a  pauSe. 

Do  not  always  confine  yourSelves  to  fix  ftanzas,  but 
Sing  Seven  or  eight,  rather  than  confound  the  SenSe,  and 
abuSe  the  PSalm  in  Solemn  worfhip. 

Of 


Advertifement  to  the  Readers.  v 

Of  the.  manner  of  Shfging. 
It  were  to  be  wifhed  that  all  congregations  and  private 
families  would  fing  as  they  do  in  foreign  Proteftant  coun- 
tries without  reading  line  by  line.  Though  the  Author 
lias  dene  what  he  could  to  make  the  fenfe  complete  in. 
every  line  or  two,  yet  many  inconveniencies  will  always 
attend  this  unhappy  manner  of  finging;  but  where  it 
cannot  be  altered,  thefe  tvvo  things  may  give  fofne  relief. 

I.  Let  as  many  as  can  do  it  bring  Pfalm-Books  with, 
them,  and  look  on  the  words  while  thev  fine,  fo  far  as 
to  make  the  fenfe  complete. 

II.  Let  the  clerk  read  the  whole  Piaim  over  aloud  be- 
fore he  begins  to  parcel  out  the  lines,  "that  the  people 
may  have  fome  notion  of  what  they  ling,  and  "not  be 
forced  to  drag  on  heavily  through  eight  tedious  if  lhbles 
without  any  meaning,  till  the  next  lines  come  to  give 
the  fenfe  of  them. 

It  were  to  be  wilhed  alfo  that  we  might  not  dwell  fo 
long  upon  every  Tingle  note,  and  produce  the  fyliables  to 
fuch  a  tirefome  extent  with  a  conftant  uniformity  of  time; 
which  difgraces  the  mufic,  and  puts  the  congregation 
quite  out  of  breath  in  Zinging  five  or  fix  fianzas;  whereas 
if  the  method  of  finging  were  but  reformed  to  a  greater  fpeed 
of  pronunciation,  we  might  often  enjoy  the  pleafure  of  a 
longer  Pfalm,  with  lefs  expence  of  time  and  breath ;  and 
our  Pfalmody  would  be  more  agreeable  to  that  of  the 
an  dent  churches,  more  intelligible  to  others,  and  more 
delightful  to  ourfelves. 


A  3  The 


The  u.nkui  trre.tfiires  of  the  verfo  are  fitted  to  the  funes  of 

the  old  Pfnm-Book. 
To  the  common  tunes  fing  all  intitled  Common  Metre. 
To  tl.c  tunes  of  the  iooth   Pfalm  fing  all  intitled  Long 

To  the  tune  of  the  25th  Pfalm  fing  Short  Metre. 

To  the  50th  Pfalm  fing  one  Metre  of  the  50th  and  93d. 

To  the  112th  or  127th  Pfalm  fing  one  Metre  of  the  ic>4tk 

and  148th. 
To  the  113th  Pfalm  fing  one  Metre  of  the  19th,  33d, 

58th,  89th;   laft  part,  96th,   112th,   113th 
To  the  I22d  Pfalm. fing  one  of  the  Metres  of  the  93d, 

I22d,  and  133d. 
To  the  148th  Pfalm  fing  one  Metre  of  the  84th,  I2iir, 

136th."  and  148th. 
To  a  new  tune  fing  one  Metre  of  the  50th  and  115th. 


V    H   X 


THE 

P       S      A      L      M       S 

O   F 

D         A         V         I         D, 

Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

NEW      T   E  S   T   A   M   E   N  T. 


PSA  L  M.  -I-      Common  Metre.  ; 
The  -way  and  cenH  of  the  righteous  and  ivlcked. 

1  T)  LEST  is  the  man  who  ihuns  the  place 
JLJ     Where  finners  love  to  meet; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  way's, 
And  hates  the  {coffer's  feat  : 

2  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 
[3  He  like  a  plant  of  genr'ous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blafUng  wind, 

Eujoys  a  peaceful  (late  j 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profeiTion  fhine; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like'clufters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft; 
What  vain  defigns  they  form ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 

Or  chaff  before  the  florin. 
;  6  Sinners 


8  PSALM     I..- 

6  -Sinners  in  judgment  fTiall  not  (land  - 
Amongfl:  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Chrift  the  judge  at  his  right-hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well;  O  CT 

But  crooked  ways  of  linners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     I.      Short  Metre. 
^  The  fahit  happy,  the  firmer  ihifcrabte.    S~T 

I  HpHE   man  is  ever  ble'lr 

X       Who  fhuns  the  finner's  ways, 
Among  their  covnfols  neveft-  Wands, 

Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place. 
0,  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  arrd  detfght, 
Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night.. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 
With  waters  near,  the  root : 

Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  (hail  lire 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  10  th'  rtrfgbcfly  Vacc, 
They  no  fuch  bleflmgs  find: 

Their  hopes  (hall  fly  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 
Before  that  judgment-feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  <at  thrift's  right  haYid, 
In  full  afTembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approve* 
The  way  the  righteous  go; 

But  fmners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

P  S  A  L  M    I.     Long  Metre. 
The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the*,  picked. 
X  TT  APPY  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 
XJL  Shun  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 
Who  hates  the  fcl^ce  where  atheift*  toeet. 
And  fears  to  talk  as  (coffers  do. 

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PS'AL  M     IL  9 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord; 
And  fpends  the  wake'ui  hours  of  night, 
With  pleasure  pond'yU^g  o'er  the  word., 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
Shall  flourilh  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  heav'n  will  thine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  counfels  croft; 
As  chaff  before  the  temped  flies;     j 
So  (hall  their  hope::  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  lair  trumpet  fh  kes  the  Ikies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks.to  ftand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  .fern  command 
Divides  him  to  a  diff'rent  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
"  I  bleft  the  path  and  drew  it -.plain  ; 

"  But  you  would  choofe  the  crocked,  road, 
"  And  down  it  leads  to.endlefs  pain." 

P  S  A  L  M     II.      'Short  Metre. 
Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern,  A€isiv.2J\t5cc. 

Chrift  dying,   rijing,  vitercedirg^and  reignh-g. 
[l   TV  TAKER  and  fcy'reign  Lord 

XVjL      Of  heaven,  and  earth, '  and-rfeas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 

And  anfwers  thy  decrees, 
a  The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David  are  fulfill'd, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,   thine  holy  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, . 
And  Jews  with  one  accord 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Ruleis  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defjgn ; 

Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite, 
Again  ft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his- throne; 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son.  Plus e. 


lo  PSALM    II. 

Pause. 

6  Now  he's  afccnde<l  high, 

And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ;  I 

The  meric  of  his<  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  He  afks,  and  God  bellows 
A  large  inheritance; 

Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  ends 
His  kingdom  fhall  advance. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 
Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 

He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  Well 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 
[9   Be  wife,  ye  rulers,   now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 
10  If  once  his  wrath  arifj, 

Ye  perilhon  the  place; 
Then  blelled  is  the  foul  that 'flies  i    ■' 

For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM     II.     Common  Metre. 
I   "\T7"  H  Y  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

VV        The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ; 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 

And  tread  his  gofpel  down? 
a  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  Ikies, 

Derides  their  rage  below-, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes 
And  (bikes  their  lpirits  through. 

3  "   I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raile  him  from  the  dead; 

"   I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 

"  And  wide  his  kingdom  ipread. 

4  "   Alk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands: 

"  Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deflroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftatids." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 
Obey  the  anointed  Lord, 

Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With 


PSA  L  M     II.  t| 

6  With  humble  love  addrefsjiis  throne; 
For  if  he  frown,  ye  die:  , 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

P  S  A  L  M  .  II.       Long  Metre. 
Cbrijl's  death,    rtfurrrci'tcn t  and  afcaificr.. 
I  ITTTHY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage? 
VV     The  Romans  why  their  (words  employ  ? 
Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage 
His  dear  anointed  to  deftroy? 
7,  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,   they  fay, 
"   This  man  (hall  never  give  us  laws;" 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away,,, 
And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofL 

3  But  God,  wbo  high  in  glory  reigns,, 
Laughs  at  their- pride,  their. rage  controuls; 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  (peak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "    I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made" 
"  On  Zion's  ererlafting  hill; 

"  My  hand  mall  bring  him  from  the  d^d, 
"    And  he  (hall  (land  your  Soy'reign  dill." 
[5  His  woncl'rous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  godhead  known \£t 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my,  Son. 

5  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  rightrhand, 
"  There  thou  (halt  afk,  and  I  bedew 

'*  The  utmoft  bounds  of  hea-t hen  lands; 
"  To  thee  the  northern, ifles  fhall  bow."] 

7  But  nations  that  refift  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  hisiron  ftrok.e; 
His  rod  fhall  ciufti  his  foes  with  eafe, 
As  potters  earthen  work  is- broke. 

i       r  P    Av, ,S  ■?' 

6  Now,  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the'Lord  the  lamb ; 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 
9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 
•l&iiiwfcatt  Skill  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy. 

10  Hjs 


from  Jin 


13  PSALM     III. 

io  His  ftorms  fha!l  dvvvk  you  quick  to  bell; 
He  is  a  God  ana  ye  bat  dull  ; 
Happy  the  fouls  that know  him  well, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  tritft. 

PSALM     III.       Common  Metre. 
Doubts  and  fears  fuppreffed;  or,   God  wr  defence  from  fin 

and  fit  .-in. 
I   1\/f  Y  God  how  many  are  m'v  fears! 

1V1     How  fa  ft  my  foes  incicaie  ! 
Conipiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  prefent  peace.  '   '     <: 

a  The  lying  tempter  would  peiiuade 

There's  no  relief  in  heav'n. 
And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 

Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 
3  But  thou  my  glory  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  ; 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, 

And  raiie  my  drooping  head. 
[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear; 
I  call  my  Father,   and  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  foft  (lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
In  fpite  of  all  my  foes 

I  'woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  hoft  of  death  and  hell 
All  arm'd  againft  me  flood, 

Terrors  no  more  fhall  lhake  my  foul; 
My  refuge  is  my  God: 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 
While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 

My  God  has  broke  the  ferpcht's  te'eth, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fling. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
His  arm  alone  can  fave; 

Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here,  ' 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

P  S  A-L'M 


PSALM     III,  IV.  13 

P  S  A  L  M    HI.     1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  3.     Long  Metre. 

A  Morning   Pfahn. 
I    S~*\  Lord,  bow  many  are  my  foes 

\_J    In  this  weak  fla'te  of  flefli  and  blood, 

My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe. 

But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 
a  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 

To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry: 

Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray, 

And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure; 

Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  mould  'wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 

PSALM     IV.     1,  2y  3,  5>  6,  7-     Long  Metre. 
Hearing  of  prayer;  -or,   God  our  portion,  and  Cbrifl  our hope v 
I   /~\  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 

V_/  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  » 

Thou  halt  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again, 
a  Ye  fons  of  men,   in  vain  ye  try 

To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame ; 

How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name? 
.3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his-faints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide; 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents, 

For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  dy'd. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs., 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay 
Who  -will  bejlo-iV  fome -earthly  good? 

But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  • 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  mail  my  chearful  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  and  favour  fo  divine  : 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn,  and  all  their  wine, 

S  PSALM 


i4  PSALM     IV,  V. 

PSALM     IV.     3,  4,   5,  8.     Common  Metre, 
Ah  Evening  Pfa'lm. 
I   T    OP. D,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray; 
JL.  4      i  am  for  ever  thine; 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  1  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  hus'nefs  free, 

'Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  tin's  ev'ning  facrifice; 
And  when  my  work  isdone, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  eompos'd  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  (lumbers 'keep. 

PSALM     V. 
For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1  T    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  fhalt  hear 
I  i     My  voice  afcending  high  ; 

To  thee  will  I  dire£t  my  pray'iy 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
*    Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,   before  whole  fight 

The  wicked  fhalJ  not  ftand  ; 

Sinners  fhal'l  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right-hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there; 
•    I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worlhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  right coufnefs ! 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  pi" in  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray;  They 


PSALM     VI, 

They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  tlnir  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  terpen t  in  the  du(r , 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thote  that  in  thy  mercy  tru(l, 
For  ever  ihout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill'd; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  Ihield. 

PSALM     VI.      Common  Metre. 
Complaint  in  ficknefi ;  or,   (jifeiifii  hcaUii.,.. 
I   T  N  anger,  Lord,   rebuke  me  not, 
A     Withdraw  the  dreadful  itorm  ; 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 
a  My  foul's  bow'd-  down  with  heavy  cares,. 
My  flefli  with  pain  oppreft; 
My  couch  is  withefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days; 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  flill  tormented  more? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief; 
How  long  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 

5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans, 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercies  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath; 
For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord', 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM     VI.      Long  Metre, 
Temptations-  in  ficknefi  overcome. 
IT    ORD,   I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

I  a   When  thou  with  kindnefs  doth  chafliie, 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rite! 


* 


16  PSALM     Vlf. 

;   Pity  my  languishing  eftate, 
And  cafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel; 
The  wounds  thy  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

0  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  J- 
3  oee  how  1  pafs  my  weary  days 

In  fighs  and  groans;   and  when  'tis  night, 

My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears; 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 
I  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn   ! 

How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long? 

When  fhall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 

When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong? 
J  1  feel  my  flelh  Co  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  : 

But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 

For  all  is-  dull  and  filence  there, 
i  Depart,  ye  tempters,   from  my  foul; 

And  all  defpaiiing  thoughts  depart  ; 

My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 

Will  eaie  my  fklh,  and  chear  my  heart. 

PSALM    VII. 

God's  care  of  hi-  people,  and  pumft)?nent  of persecutor s, 
[    1\/jr  Y   ti  ufl;  is  in  my  heavenly  friend, 
iVX      My  hope  in  thee  my  God; 
Riie,  and  my  heiplefs  life  defend 
From  thole  that  feek  my  blood. 
<,  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  fofll  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 
5  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  fir  ft, 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  dull, 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 
(.  If  there  be  malice  found  in  mc, 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes; 

1  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  th.ee, 

Nor  alk  my  God  to  rile. 
I  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
Their  pride  and  pow'r  controul; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  commaftd 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul, 

P  a  v  s  i, 


PSALM     VIII.  17 


Pause. 
[6  Let  Tinners,  and  their  wicked  rage, 
Be  humbled  to  the  dull; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft! 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins; 

He  will  defend  th'  upright; 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpite. 

8  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 

But  there  themfelves  are  call ; 
My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  heads  at  lad:.] 

9  That  cruel  perfecting  race 

Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  : 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juft  ice  of  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M     VIII.       Short  Metre. 
God's  fovereignty  and  goodnefs;  and  man's  dornimcn  ova- 

the  creatures. 
I  f~\  Lord,  our  heav'hly  King, 
V^/     Thy  name  is  all  divine; 
Thy  glories  round-the  earth  are  fpread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  ihine. 
a  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon  complete  in  light 
Adorn  the  darkfome  fkies  : 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars 
And  all  their  mining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,   that  wcrthlefs  thing, 
A -kin.  to  dufl  and  wonrs  P 

4  Lord,  what  is  wonhlefs  man, 
That  thou  fhoulcl'd:  love  him  fo? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is ;  he  plat'd, 
And  Lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  beafts,   like  flaves  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the'air  with  wing^ 

And  fifh  that  cleave  the  feav  •  1      • 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties 'are ! 
And  wond'rous  are  th.y  ways; 

i  3  «i K&f 


18  PSALM     VIIL 

Of  duft  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 

A  monument  of  praiie. 
[7   Out  of  the  mouths  of  habes 

And  fucklings,  tliou  canlt  draw 
Sutpjrifing  honours  to  thy  name. 

And  (hike  the  world  with  awe. 
8  O  Lord,  our  heavn'ly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine.] 

P  S  A  L  M    VI II.      Common  Metre. 
Qirijl1 j  condefcenfion  and  glorification;  or,  God  made  in*:ri- 
1   f~\  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
V>/     Is  thine  exalted  name  1 
The  glories  of  thy  hcav'nly  {late 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 
I  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
And  (tars  that  well  adorn  the  iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light ; 
J  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  hi*  race, 
Who  dwells  ib  far  below, 
That  thou  ftw:  Id'ft  viflt  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  for 
-i  That  thine  eternal  Son  ihocld  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form  : 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 
[5  Yet  while  he  liv'cl  on  earth  unknown, 
And  men  would  not  adore, 
±h'  obedient  leas  and  fifh.es  own 
His- Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath- his  feet, 

And  nfh,  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net.. 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  lefler  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  fkfhly  cloud; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  cohfefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majeliy 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 
■  And  be  his  honours  founded  high, 

By  all  things  that  have,  breath.  9  Jefus', 


PSALM    VIII.  19 

9  Jefils,  our  Lord*  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalced  name! 
»     The  glories  of  thy  beav'nly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM     VIII.      Ver.  I.  2.     Paraphrafed.     Fir'} 

Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Hofanna  of  the  children;    or,  infants  praifwg  God, 
I     A    LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  Ikies, 

jT\.  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 
7,  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honour  raiie; 
And  babes,  with  uninftructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  pow'r  affifts  theirtender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ft  ill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  facej 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  young  hofannas  fill  the  piace.^ 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefls 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 
While  Jewifh  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

PSALM    VI!  I.     Ver.  3,  &c.   Paraphrafed.     Second 
Part.      Long  Metre. 

Adam  and  Chrijl,    Lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation, 
I   T    O  RD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft, 

I  j    Adam,  the  offspring ,of  the  dull, 

That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race 

But  juft  beldw  an  angel's  place  ? 
Z  That  thou  fhould'ft  raife  his  nature  fot 

And  make  him  lord,  of,  all  below, 

Make  ev'ry  bead  and  bird  fubmit, 

And  lay  the  fifhts  at  his  feet  ?  .     . 

3  But  O!  what  brighter  glories  wait . 

To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate! 

What  honours  lhall  thy  Son  adorn, 
-  Who  condef/cended  to  be  born  ? 


zo  PSALM     IX. 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  n.ude; 
See  him  in  deft  arnongft  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  i;on,  tin  : 
But  he  (hall  reign  wiui  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,   leclecin'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  tlie  foil,  ' 
New  made,  and  glorious,  ihall  iubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM     IX.      Fir  ft  Part. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-feat. 
I  \\r  l  r  H  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fang,, 
V\        Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim: 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Will  put  my  foes  to  fhame. 
S   I'll  fing  thy  majefty  and  grace; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  rightecufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  mall  the  JLord  a  . efuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppreft  ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  trull 

In  thy  abundant  grace: 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  tht  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat' ning  word, 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM     IX      Ver.  12.     Second  Part. 
The  wifdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 
I  TT7  HEN  the  great  Judge  fupreme  and  juit, 
VV       Shall  once  enquire  for  blood, 

The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
Shall  find  a  faithful' God. 
%  He  from  the  dreadful  g-ate-sof  death 
Docs  his  own  <  inldren  raife; 
In  Zion's  ^.'.tes  wich  chea-rful  breath 
They  h  1.   I  iieii   father's  praiie. 
3  His  foes  Ihall  f'i:  with  heedlcfs  feet 
.    Into  the  pit  they  made; 

Afnd 


PSALM     X.  21 

And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known; 
When  men  of  mifchief  are  dtftroy'd, 
The  fnare  mud  be  their  own. 
Pause. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  fhall  not  be  (till  forgot, 

Nor  ihall  their  hopes  be  vain.' 
[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And. man  prevail  no  more. 
t  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  'm  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

PSALM    X. 
Prayer  heard,  and  finners  faved ;    or,  pride,  atbelfm,  end' 
opprcjfwn  pumftied. 
For  a  humiliation  day. 
I   "f  T7HY  doth  the  Lord  ftanjd  offfo  far? 
VV        And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 
a  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  pow'r  ? 
Siiali  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  (till  thy  faints  devour? 

3  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  fignt> 

And  then  ini'ult  the  poor; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,   lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry; 
No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ftand 
When  God  attends  on  high,  P  a  v- s  k. 


22  PSALM    XI; 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 
The  God  ofheavn  -u-ill  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Ziois  fide. 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord; 

And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 
Aswhen  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  cauie  thine  ear  to  hear, 
He  hearkens  what  his  children  fay, 

And  puts  the  world  in  fear. 
3  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprcfs, 

No  more  defpifc  the  jufl; 
And  mighty  finners  fhall  confefs 

They  are  but  earth  and  dult. 

P  S  A  L  M    xr.- 

God  loves  the  righteous  and  hates  the  -wicked, 
1   TV  If  Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  Love; 

JL VJL   Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 

Fly  like  a  tirnrous  trembling  dovet 

To  difiant  ivoods  or  mountains  fiy  ? 
a  If  government  be  all  deltroy'd, 

(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace)  ' 

And  violence  makes  jultice  void, 

Where  fhall  the  righteous  leek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eye  furveys  the  world  below;   - 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearcb  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace* 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgrefTors  fear  ? 
His  very  foul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Tempefts  of  brimftone,   fire,  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,   with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his  own  image  bear.  P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM     XTI.  23 

PSALM     XII.    Long  Metre. 
The  /obit's  fafety  and  hope  in  evil  times;  or,  fins  of  the  tongue 

con/plained  of,  viz.    blafphemy,  fa/jlwod,  &c. 
I   T    ORD.  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear, 

X_J   Virtue  and  truth  will  fly  away; 

A  faithful  man  amongft  us  here 

Will  fcarce  he  found,  if  thou  delay. 
%  The  whole  difcourfe  when  neighbours  meet 

Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain; 

Their  lips  are  fiatt'ry  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long: 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  Yet  fliall  Our  words  be  free,  they  cry; 
Oar  tongues  f!)a>J  be  controuVd  by  none  : 
Where  is  the  Lonttmll  ajk  us  -why? 
Or  fay,  oiff  lips  are  not  our  oiun? 

5  The  Lord  who  fees'  the  poor  oppreft, 
And  hears  th'  opprefior's  haughty  ftrain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  mall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,   O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  (hall  Itill  appear; 

Not  filver,  feven  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  fhall  in  the  darkeft  hour 
Defend  thy  holy  foul  from  harm ; 
Though  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r, 
On  ev'ry  fide  will  finners  fwarm. 

PSALM     XII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  1  general  corruption  of  manners ;  or,  thepromife 
and  Jfgns  of  ChriJFs  coming  to  judgment. 

1  TTE  LP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
XX      Religion  lofes  ground; 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Tfleir  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 

Yet  aft  the  flatt'rer's  part;  , 
"With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3» 


24  PSALM  B9HU- 

3  If  reprove  fomc  hateful  lie, 

J  low  is  tlicir  fury  ftir'd  ? 
Arc  not  our  lips  our  own,  they  cry, 
And  who  foall  be  our  Lord? 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 
Pause. 

5  Lord,   when  iniquities  abound, 

And  Wlafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxen  cold  : 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on; 

Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 
M#y  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine? 

7  •*   Yes,  faith  the  Lord,   now  will  I  rife, 

M  And  make  oppreflbrs  flee; 

"   I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 

'•   And  fet  my  fcrvants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filvcr  (even  times  tiy'd, 

Through  ages  fhall  endure: 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  the  promife  furc. 

PSALM    XIII.      Long  Metre. 

Pleading  with  God  under  defer t ion;    or,  hope  in  darbitf*. 

1  TT  O  W  long,  O  Lord,  fhall  I  complain 
_t*jL  Like  one  that  fecks. his  find  in  vain? 
Canft  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide  ? 

And  I  flill  pray  and  be  deny'd. 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  rcgardefl  not  ? 

Still  fhall  my  foul  thine  abfence  mourn  ? 

And  flill  del'pair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  fhall  my  poor  troubled  breaft 
Be  with  thefc  anxious  thoughts  oppreft? 
An  '  fatan,  my  malicious  foe, 
Rejoice  to  fee  me  fink  fo  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief 
Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief; 

If  thou  withoid  thy  heav'uly  light, 

I  jlccp  in  cverlafting  night,  5  Uow 


PSALM    XIII,  XIV. 

5  How  will  the  pcw'rs  of  darkness  boail 
If  but  one  praying  (L-ul  be  loft  ? 

But  I  have  bruited  in  thy  grace, 
And  thai!  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whate'er  my  foes  or  fears  fuggeft, 
Thou  art  my  hope,   my  joy,  my  reft, 
My  heart  ftiall  feci  thy  love  and  raife 
My  ch earful  voice  to  longs  of  prahe. 

PSALM     XIII.      Common  Metre. 
Complaints  under  temptations  of  the  devil. 
I   TTOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face? 
XjL     My  God,  how  long  delay? 
When  mall  I  feel  thofe  htav'nly  rays 
That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 
a  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts, 
He  fpreads  a  milt  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  fealM 

In  death's  eternal  lleep. 
$  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

If  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 

At  thy  fo  long  delay. 

6  But  they  (hall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  fatan  hide  his  head; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 

Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung; 
I  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  vicVry  fhall  be  fung. 

PSALM     XIV.       Fir  ft  Pdrt. 
By  nature  all  men  are  ftnncrs. 
X  "pOOLS  in  their  heart  believe  and  fay, 
X.       "  That  all  religion's  vain ; 


26  PSALM     XIV. 

"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"   Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 
%  From  thoughts  To  dreadful  and  profane, 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds; 

And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominahle  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celeft'al  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftrfty; 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  : 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fptak  deceit; 

Their  ilanders  never  ceafe; 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet; 
Nor  knows  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
' Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM    XIV.     Second  Tart. 
The  folly  of  pcrfectttors. 
I      A    RE  fin rters  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown, 
JLJL     That  they  the  faints  devour  ; 
And  never  worlhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fedf  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 
a  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife, 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 
3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  trull  ? 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 
-4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come, 
To  finilh  our  dillrefs! 
When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 


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PSALM     XV.  27 

PSALM     XV,     Common  Metre. 
Char  after  of  a  faint;  or,  a  citizen  of  Zion\  or,  the  quahfi-- 

cations  of  a   CtfrifHfitK 
I  TTTHO  fhatl  inhabit  in  thy  hilL, 
W       O  God  of  holinefs? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwelt 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 
%  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways. 
And  works  with  righteous  hands, 
That  trults  his  Maker's  promiles, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  llanders  with  his  tongue;^ 
Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  (inner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 
J  Fis  hands  difdain  a  golden  bride, 
And  never  gripe  the  poor. 
This  man  fhail  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

PSALM     XV.      Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  jufiics,  goodnefs  and  truth ;  or,  duties  to  Ged 

and  men\  or,  the  qualifications  of  a  Chrifiian. 
I  TT7"HO  Paail  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 
VV     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face, 
"The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 
2,  Whole  hands  are  pure,   whole  heart  is  clean; 
Whole  lips  Hill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean? 
No  llanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue: 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 
[3  Scarce  will  he  trufb  an  ill  report. 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt. 
Sinners  of  fbate  he  can  defpife, 
But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 
[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

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[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  jnilicc.  ihould  be  fold  : 

While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor, 

Sweet  charity  attends  bis  door.] 
6   He  loves  his  enemies  and  prays 

For  thofc  that  curfe  him  to  his  face: 

And  doth  to  all  men  (til!  the  fame 

That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 
;  Yet,  when  his  holieft  woiks  are  done, 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  :. 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 

And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM'  XVI.     Fir/}  Port.     Long  Metre. 

C.nftjfion  cf  our  poverty,  and  faints  the  heft  company;  or, 

good  works  profit  men>  not  God. 

1  T)RESERVE  me,  Lerd,  in  time  of  need, 
JL      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  rke,, 

But  have  no  meiks  there  to  plead; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeft, 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 

My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefb> 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap, 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do ; 

Thefo  are  the  company  I  keep, 
Thcfe  are  the  choicelt  friends  i  know. 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  ferns  of  mirth, 
To  give  a  relifli  to  their  wine, 

I.  love  the  men  of  hcav'r.ly  birth, 
Whole  thoughts  and  language  art;  divine. 

P  S  A  L  M     XVI.      Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Ci'rijVs  aU-fttfficlcucw 
1    TT  OW  fafl  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 

_1_  JL   Who  hade  to  leek  fome  idol  god; 

I  will  not  taik-  their  facrifice, 

Their  off'rings  of  forbidden  blood. 
1   My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  much  nobler  to  live  upon; 

He  for  my  life  lias  offer' d  up 

Tefus  his  belt  beloved  Son. 

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PSALM    XVI.  29 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  fea ft; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right; 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  bleft,' 
Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  1  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right-hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife,. 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard, 
P  S  A  L  M    XYL    Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Courage  in  death,  and  hope  of  the  refurreftion. 
I  "TTT  HE  N  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong,   . 
VV     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop. 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  Mem  (hall  reft  in  hope, 
a  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,   thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefli  fhall  thy  firft  call'  obey, 
Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high; 
Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
¥p  to  thy  throne  above  the  fky. 

4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow  ;; 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM     XVI.     1—8.    Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Support  aud  eounfel  from  God  without  merit* 
I   QAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe; 
O     In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do, 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 
a  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 
The  faints  may  profit  by't ; 
The  faints  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  men  of  my  delight. 
3.  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 
And  worfhip  wood  or  ftone; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 
4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food,. 
He  fills  my  daily  cup : 

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3o  PSALM     XVI,  XVII. 

Much  am  I  pleas' d  with' prefer. t  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy; 

His  counsels  are  my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  ail-feting  eye; 
Not  death  nor  hcil  my  hope  fhall  move, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM     XVJj     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  rcfurreclion  of  Ckrift. 
Set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
He  bears  my  courage  up, 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue,  their  joys  exprefs, 
"   My  fie  ill  lhall  relt  in  hope. 

2  "  My  Spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

"   Where  fouls  departed  are; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throjie; 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 
4^  Thy  pretence  joys  unknown." 
^4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Chriil  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  fung, 
And  providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  (lain; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reltores, 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  (land 

On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand. 
And  there  the  Father  fmiies.j 

?  S  A  L  M     XVII.     Ver.  13,  &*■     Short  Metre. 
Portion  of  faints  and  fmnen;   or,  hope  and  dejp air  in  death. 
I      ARISE,  my  gracious  God.  , 

X\.     And  make  the  wicked  flee; 

They  are  but  thy  chaflifing  rod 

To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee.  J  Behold 


PSALM    XVII.  31 

S   Behold  the  fiuner  dies; 

Hisdhaughty  words  are  vain; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boaft  of  all  his  ltore  ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 

My  foul  can  wiih  no  more. 

4  I  fhall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  Hand  complete  in  righteeufnefi, 
vYairr'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM     XVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  finner's  portion  aid  feint's  hope;  or,  the  heaven  of 

fcparate  puis,  apd  the  rifufre^son. 

1  T    ORD,   I  am  thine;   but  thou  wilt  prove 
\~-J   My  faith,   my  patience  and  my  love; 
When  men  of  fpite  againll  me  join, 

They  are  the  iword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  thev  know  ; 

'Tis  all  they  fee k,  they  take  their  fhares, 
And  leave  the  reit  among  their  heirs. 
•3   What  finners  ▼aiue.   I  reUgn  ; 
Lord,   'tis  enough  that  $hoq  arc  mine; 
I  ihall  behold  thy  biifsfui  face 
And  frand  complete  in  rightecufnef?, 

4  This  life's  a  dream,   an  empty  iiow;     . 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joj  s  fubftantial  and  fncere; 
When'fha'l  I  wakej  and  mid  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour!  O  biefi  abode; 

I  mail  be  aear,  ana  like  my  God  : 
And  6e(j)  and  6a  no  Blare  c;::troi:l 
The  iacred  plea  ures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  '  _.;  i...r.;cr  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  lafi  trumpet's  Jfjyful  li-una  : 
Then  btirft  the  ensins  with  fweet  furprife, 

And  in  nty  Saviour's  i^ag:  rile.  PSALM 


32  PSALM     XVIII. 

PSALM  XVIII.  1—6.15—18.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  defpair;  or,  temptations  overcome, 

1  r^pHEE  will  1  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength; 

X     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence, 
Thy  mighty  arm  lhall  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  ihade; 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid, 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell 
With  endleis  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs  I  call'd  my  God. 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine, 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint; 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  Cherub's  wing  he  rode; 
Awful  and  bright  as  lightning  fhone 
The  face  of  my  deliv'rer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  ; 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,   my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage;- 
But  Cbrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  ftill 

In  all  the  wars  that  devils  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

PSALM  XVIII.     7.0— z6.     Second  Part.  Long  Metrr. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 
I   T    ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 

JLi   Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear. 

Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 

And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 
j  Since  I  have  learnt  thy  holy  ways, 

I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  ; 


PSAL  M     XVIII.  33 

Or  if  my  feet  did  e"er  depart, 
'Twas  never  with  a  wicked  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglirigs  in  my  breait! 
But  thro'  thy  grace'that  reigns  within 

I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  (rill, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will; 
"When  Jhail  thy  Spirit's  iovVeign  pow'v 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more? 

[5  With  an  impartial  hand  the  Lord 

Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 

The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 

A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 
6  The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they: 

And  men  that  love  revenge  (hall  know, 

God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too.] 

P  S  A  L  M    XVIII.     30,  31,  34,  35,  3&,  &c.  Third 
Part.     Long  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  God  ;  or,  falvation  and  triumph. 
1    JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

3    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode : 

Who  is  a  God  befides  the  Lord? 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 
3  'lis  he  that  girds  me  with  bis  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 

And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 

Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives  (and  blefled  be  my  Rock)  '    - 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives 

The  dark  clefigns  of  hell  are  broke; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 

1  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 
But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  (hame= 
$  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  for  ever  fhall  extend; 
Thy  loves  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  Head 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSAL  M 


34  PSALM     XVIII. 

P  S  A  L  M    XVIII.     Firji  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Viftory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies. 
I  TT/^  E  i°ve  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
VV       Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd: 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  lhield. 
7.  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock, 
And  find  a  fure  defence; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvatim  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  fhines  in  arms, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms? 

The  lightning  of  his  fpear  : 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wiDd, 

And  angels,  in  array, 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field 

With  all  their  dreadful  (kill; 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 

And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 
[7  He  arms  our  captains  to  the  fight, 

Though  there  his  name's  forgot  \ 
(He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 

But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 
8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  Mel) 

For  his  own  Church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  raft 

Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 

PSALM     XVIII.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre 

The  conqueror's  fon*% 
I   r  I  10  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
_L       The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  itrength  away. 
%  "fis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  pow'rs :  „ 

Or 


PSALM    XIX.  35 

Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 

The  proudelt  of  their  tow'rs. 
J  How  have  we  chas'd  ihem  through  the  field. 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  felvation  was  our  lhicidj 

Bur  they  no  fhelter  found! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  peiilh  in  tneir  blood ; 
Whei  '--  is  a  rock  Co  great,  ia  high, 
i  ? 

5  Th  .  rs  ; 

riis  nar,  e  be  r 
'Tis  iiis  ~>  .  :$, 

A*nd  gives  this  pe~ : 

6  Or.  Kings  that  reign  as  David  did, 

He  pours  his  oieilings  dov>n; 
Secures  tncir  honours  to  their  feed, 
.     And  well  mpports  the  crown. 

PSALM    XIX.     Firjl  Part.     Short  Metre. 
The  book  of  nature  and  jcribture. 
For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
I  T>  E  H  O  L  D  the  lofty  iky 

J3     Declares  its  Maker  God, 
And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 

Proclaim  bis  pow'r  abroad, 
ft  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  difF'rent  land 
Their  general  voice  is  known : 

They  (hew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Britiih  lands  rejoice, 
Here  he  reveals  his  word; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes ; 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  jurt  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit ;  His 


i* 


PSALM    XIX. 


His  promifes  for  ever  Hire, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 
"  [7   Not  honey  to  the  taffe 

Affords  f<>  much  delight; 
Nor  gold  that  lias  the  furnace  pad 

So  much  allures  the  fight. 
8  While  of  thy  works  I  Ting, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,   my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 

PSALM    XIX.     Second  Part.     Short  Metre. 
Cod's  word  moft  excellent;  or,  Jtncerity  and  ivatchfulncfs. 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
I   "HEHOLD  the  morning  fun 

JD     Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 

And  life  and  light  convey. 
a  But  where  the  gofpel  comes 

It  fpreads. diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  Tinners  from  their  tombs, 

And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word! 
And  all  thy  judgments  juil ; 

For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft, 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n ! 

Pause. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways? 

Yet  with  a  held  prcfampt'ous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgreYs, 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin; 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults', 

And  clean fe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine 
Whofc  crimes  exceed  *»y  though 

9  Wtfilc 


PSALM     XIX.  37 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 
Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     XIX.       Long  Metre. 
The  books  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared;  or,  the  glory 

and  ftccefi  of  the  gcfpel. 
I   r  I  'HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 
X     In  every  ftar  thy  witdom  mines: 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines, 
a  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confefs; 

But  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ 

Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars,  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  j 
So  when  thy  truth  begun  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  ftiall  thy  fp reading  gofpel  reft 

'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run: 
'Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft 
That  fee  the  light*  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  a  rife, 
Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavn'ly  light : 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wile; 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n; 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

PSALM    XIX.     To  the  tune  of  the  113th  Pfalm. 

The  book  of  nature  and  fcripture. 
I   /""^  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order'd.  frame 
VJT  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name: 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine, 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  flull  divine. 
%  From  night  to  day,   from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 
Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read; 

D  With. 


38  PSALM     XIX. 

With  filcnt  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 
And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inflruclions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice: 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chaml)ers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,   and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Whore-e'er  he  fp reads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  Maker  God: 

All  nature  joins  to  ihew  thy  praife: 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fhines; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 
Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  tight  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftrefr! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way; 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  (tray; 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte,' 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  pad 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

Cut  'tis  thy  blefled  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confeience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,   fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,   but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  fauhs, 

And  from  prefumpt'ous  fins  reftrain ; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 


r  S  A  L  u 


PSALM     XX,  XXI.  39 

PSALM     XX. 
Prayer  and  hope  of  viftory. 
For  a   day  of  prayer  in   time  of  war. 
I   VT  O  W  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
_L>|     Attend  his  people's  humble  cry! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifr'el  prays, 
And  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 
»  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  fnields  or  brazen  wails; 
He  from  his  fanciuary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs; 
His  iove  exceeds  our  beft  deferts; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  In  the  name  of  Ifr'el's  God, 
Our  troops  Tnall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  natives  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts; 
Our  fin-eft  expectations  are 

From  thee  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofrs. 
[6  O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  the  armies  for  the  fight! 
Our  foes  ihall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  fhameful  flight.] 
7  Now  fave  us,   Lord,  from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM     XXI.      Common  Metre. 
Our  King  is  the  care  of  heaven. 
I   HP  HE  King,   O  Lord,   with  fongs  of  praife 
JL       Shall  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice; 
And  bieft.  with  thy  falvation  raife 
To  heav'n  his  chearful  voice. 

3  Thy  fure  defence  through  nations  round 

Has  fpread  his  glorious  name  ; 
And  his  fuccefsful  aclions  crown'd 
With  majefty  and  fame. 

4  Then  let  the  King  on  God  alone 

For  timeiy  aid  rely; 

D  2,  His 


40  PSALM     XXI,  XXII. 

His  mercy  fhail  fupport  the  throne, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

4  But  righteous  Lord,  his  ltubborn  foes 

Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand; 
Thy  vengeful  arm  lhall  find  out  thofe 
That  haves  his  mild  command. 

5  When  thou  againft  them  dofr  engage, 

Thy  juft,   but  dreadful  doom, 
Shall,   like  a  fieiy  oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lard,  thy  wond'rous  power  declare, 

And  thus  exalt  thy  fame; 
Whiiil  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 
PSALM     XXI.     i—o.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 
I   TPV  AVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
jlL/   Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  Chiifl  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 
»  How  great  is  the  Mcffiah's  joy, 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,   thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leaf!  requefl  with-hold; 
ElelTtngs  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowns  of  glory  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  mujefly  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  fhine; 
Bled  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  mall  find  out  all  his  foes; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  neat  and  living  coals, 
So  (hall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM  XXU.    I— 16.    Fh ft  Part.    Common  Metre. 

The  fvfferhigs  and  death  of  Chiji. 
I    \T7"  HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
Vv        Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

a  Tho1 


PSALM     XXII.  41 

2  Tho'  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaint":. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found; 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 

And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  the  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn; 
In  vain  be  trufts  in  God,  they  cry, 
Ne$letfed  and  forlorn. 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefh. 

By  thine  almighty  word; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  (land  threat'nin-g  round 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found. 

Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
As  bulls  of  Baman  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruifc 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,   if  poffible  it  be, 

With-hold  this  bitter  cup; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 
tt  My  heart  difTolves  with  pangs  unknown. 
In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  fee  down, 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 
1%  Father,   I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand ; 

D  3  Mv 


42  PSALM     XXIL 

My  dyirg  flelh  fhall  reft  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

PSALM    XXII.      ao,  ai,  27—31.     Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
Chrift's  fufferings  and  kingdom. 
I  "  ^JOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 
IN       "  O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son, 
*'  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone." 
a  Thus  did  our  fufF'ring  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vicVry  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  fhall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  muft  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans; 
They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  fc?  Ions. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  mail  know  the  lighteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM    XXII.     Long  Metre. 
Cbriji's  Sufferings  and  exaltation. 
I   XT  O  W  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 

XN    The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 

When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 

As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 
a  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  make  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn; 

"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 

"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 
3  *•  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

««  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend  j 


If 


PSALM     XXIIL  43 

u  If  God  the  blefled  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now?" 

4  Barbarous  people!  cruel  priefls ! 

How  they  flood  round  like  lavage  beafts; 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  powV. 

5  They  wound  his  head,   bjs  hands,  his  feet, 
'Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  Tinners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM    XXIII.       Long  Metre, 
God  our  Shepherd, 

1  "j\/TY  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 

JlVjL  Now  (hall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft^ 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  Melt. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miflake; 
But  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  lhall  never  fail, 

For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay; 
Thy  flaff  fupports  my  feeble  fteps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  and  ch earful  wine. 

[7  How  I  rejoice  when  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  died 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft.  Z  Surely 


44  PSAL  M     XXIII. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houlhold  all  their  days; 
Time  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feck  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 

PSALM     XXIII.     Common  Metre. 
I   li/T  Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
J.VA      Jehovah  is  his  name; 
In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 
a  He  brings  my  wand'ring  ipirit  back 
When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me,   for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  ihudes  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  flay; 
A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,   in  fight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  (till  my  table  fpread ; 

My  cup  with  blcllings  overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  hare  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  : 
O  may  thy  houie  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSAL  M     XXIII.       Short  Metre. 
I   HpHE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

JL       I  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  befide  ? 
a  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  paflure  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 

And  full  falvation  flows. 
3   If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
Am!  guides  me  in  his  Own  right  way 
for  his  mod  holy  name, 

4  While 


P  S  A  L  M    XXIV.  45 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 

Tho'  I  ihouid  vvalk  thro'  death's  dark  lhade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  fpite  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  doit  my  table  fpread; 

My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  foii'wing  days; 

Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M    XXIV.     Common  Metre, 
Dwelling  with  God.    ' 
I   rT",HE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 
X       With  Adam's  num'rous  race; 
He  rais'd  it's  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 
%  But  who  among  the  Ions  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean. 
Whole  heart  is  light  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  bleffings  of  hk  grace  : 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafling  doors, 

The  King  of  Glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  Glory!  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations;   but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven;  or,  Cbrijl's  ajbenjion. 
I  HT'HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

J_     And  men  and  worms,  and  beads  and  birds; 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  leas. 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place, 
a  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  Iky ! 

Who 


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46  PSA  L  M     XXV. 

Who  /hall  afcerul  that  blcft  abode? 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker  God? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whore  hands  are  clean, 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  bltfs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  fhining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory's  nigh  : 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

$  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 

To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way  : 

Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 

The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 
7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  goes  before; 

He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door, 

To  give  his  faints  a  blcft  abode, 

Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM     XXV.     I— -ii.     F'irji  Part. 
Waiting  for  pardon  and  direftion. 

1  T  Lift  my  foul  to  God, 

A      My  truft  is  in  his  name; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood, 
Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

2  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpuir; 

Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  'fcapc  the  fhare. 

3  From  the  fir  ft  dawning  light,' 
Till  the. dark  ev'ning  rife, 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,   I  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  graco, 
And  lead  me  in  ti.y  tint  h  ; 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my.  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways,  .     , 


PSALM     XXV.  47 

And  ev'ry  humble  (inner  find 

The  methods  of  his  grace. 
6  For  his  own  goodnels  fake, 

He  laves  my  foul  from  lhame, 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 

Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXV.     n,  14.  io,  13.     Second  Part. 

Divine  iifirufi'on. 
I 


WHERE  fhall  r>.e  man  be  found 
That  fears  t'  offend  1  is  God, 
L^.  !„„„,.  *i /•_    i».  :_.  cli  ri » 


That  loves  the  gofpef's  joyfbl  found, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod? 
%  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fliow, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 
Are  truth  and  mercy  (till, 

With  fuch  as  fco  his  cov'nant  [land, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  foul  Iru-ll  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  Maker's  face, 

Their  feed  lhall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXV.     IS— iZ.     Third  Part. 
Difircfs  of  foul;  or,  backjliding  and  defertion. 
I  "TV  TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
1YJ,     Are  ever  to  the  Lord; 

1  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  fetal, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near; 

When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  fhatl  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  darig'rous  ways 
My  wand' ring  feet  have  trod! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe: 

My  fpirit  languifh.s,  my  heart 

Is  defolate  and  low.  -  With 


48  PSAL  M     XXVI. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light, 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguilh  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  tins. 

Pause. 

6  Behold  the  hofis  of  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  hate? 

Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 

Their  fury  with  deceit. 
7.  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  pul  my  hope  to  fhame; 
For  1  hav*  plac'd  my  only  trufl 

In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Ifr'el  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 

He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM    XXVI. 
Self  examination;  or,  evidence  of  grace. 
I   JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 

J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart; 

My  faith  u  on  thy  promife  flays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 
%  1  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies; 

The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
With  hands  well  wafh'd  in  innocence: 
But  when  I  (land  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwellj 
There  fhall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder'tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pad 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 


PSALM 


PSALM    XXVII.  4y 

PSALM     XXVII.     1—6.     Firft  Part. 
The  church  is  our-  delight  and  fafety. 
I   rT1  H  E  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  light, 
X       And  my  falvation  too; 
God  is  my  ftrength ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 
%  One  privilege  my  heart  defires; 
O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God! 
$  There  fhall  I  offer  my  requefts, 
And  fee  thy  beauty  ftill ; 
Shall  hear  thy  meflages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide: 
God  has  a  ffrong  pavilion  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around; 
And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM    XXVII.     8,  9,  13,  14.     Second  Part! 
Prayer  and  hope. 
a   QO  ON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
O     Te  children,  feek  my  face, 
My  heart  reply'd,   without  delay, 
I'll  feek  my  Father's  face. 
a  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  foul  away  : 
God  of  my  life,   I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  difirefling  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  hcliev'd 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  refef, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up : 

E  He'll 


I 


So         PSALM     XXIX,  XXX, 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM     XXIX. 
Storm  and  thunder. 

1  /~V  I VE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
VJX   Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r, 

.  Alcrihe  new  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land; 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  Maze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind, 
J, ay  the  wide  foreft  hare  around  : 

The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  {lately  cedars  hreak: 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  deferts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  Sov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  Thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  King: 
But  makes  his  Church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
A  mid  A  the  raging  ftorm  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXX.      Firft  Part. 
Slcknefi  healed,  and  forrow  removed. 
I    T  Will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high; 

X    At  thy  command  difcaks  fly  : 

Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak,  and  fave 

From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave? 
%  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his 

And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is; 

Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice  and  blefs, 

While  you  record  his  holinefs. 
3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays; 

His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 

Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 

The  morning-flar  reftores  the  joy.  P  S  A  L  M 


PULM     XXX,  XXXI.         51 

PSALM     XXX.     Ver.  6.     Second  Part. 
Health,  ficknejs,  and  recovery. 

1  ~T?  IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
J?     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  benight; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart. 

Pleafure  and  peace  ft  all  ne'er  depart. 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  ib  long; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,   my  comforts  dy'd. 

3  1  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God; 

"  What  can'ft  thou  profit  by  my  blood? 

"  Deep  in  the  dull  can  rdeclare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,   O  God  of  Grace,   ]  faid, 

"   And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead;" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,   and  tears,   and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now-, 

3  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  giadnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  fhail  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  ficknefs  heai'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM    XXXI.     5,  13—19,  az,  »3.     Firft  Pan. 

Deliverance  from  death. 
I   TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
X     My  fpirirl  commit;     ; 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 
a  The  paffions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintain'd  a  double  ftrife, 
While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,  I  cry'd, 

Though  I  draiv  near  the  daft  : 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  fhine, 

E  %  And 


52  PSALM     XXXI. 

And  fave  me  for  thy  rncrcy-fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 
[«   'Twas  in  my  hafte,   my  fpirit  faid, 
/  rtiuji  defpair  and  die, 
I  am  cut  off  before  ih:ne  eyes; 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry.] 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free! 

.How  worm  rous  is  thy  grace, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  Majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promjies! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,   all  ye  his  faints, 

And  fing  his  praifes  loud; 
He'll  bend  his  car  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompence  the  pioud. 

PSALM    XXXI.     7—33.     18— »i.     Second  Part. 

Deliverance  from  fancier  and  reproach. 
I    T\  ft  Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
JL \  JL      My  God,   nry  help,  my  truft; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  my  fa.e  from  ihame. 
Mine  honour  from  the  duft. 
1  "   My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,   I  cry'd, 
"   My  years  conlum'd  in  groans, 
"   My  fti-en^t!)  decays,   mine  eyes  are  dry'd* 
"    And  furrow  walks  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

Was  a  mere  proverb  grown. 
While  to  ray  neighbours  1  became 
Forgotten  and  un known. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Sciz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply 'd, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found 

P   A    U    S    E. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 

Before  the  Ions  of  men  1 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crulh  the  ions  of  pride. 

7  Within, 


PSALM    XXXII.  53 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefcnce,  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell; 
No  fenced  city,   wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM    XXXII.     Short  Metre. 
Forgivenefs  of  fins  upon  confefjmu 
I   /^V  Blefled  fouls  are  they 

\_)     Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er! 
Divinely  bleit  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more, 
a  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care; 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 
'Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM     XXXII.      Common  Metre. 
Free  pardon  and  fincere  obedience;    or,  confeffon  and 
fo.g'ivenefs. 
I   TTAPPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
11     No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wafiVd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 
%  Happy,  beyond  expreffion,  he 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd; 
And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confeience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fupprefr, 

No  quiet  could  I  find; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

E   3  5  Then 


54  PSALM    xxxrr, 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fecret  fins  rcveal'd  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  fcal'd. 

6  This  lhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray; 

When  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  Ihength  and  (lay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

PSALM    XXXI I.     Ftrfl  P.!ft.     Long  Metre. 
Repentance  and  free  far  don;  or,  jvftification  and  fanftification  • 

1  11  LEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  Melt, 
JLJ  Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 
Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefr, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Bleft  is  the  man  to  whom«the  J,ord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities, 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,   but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guilt  his  heart  and  lip»are  free  ; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufriefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  fhines. 

PSALM     XXXII.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

A  guilty  confcience  eafed  by  ecnfejpon  and  pardon. 
I   T"T7"HILE    I  keep  filence  and  conceal 
V\       My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel, 
Whot  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 
%  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  faults  confds; 
Thy  gofpel  i'peaks  a  pard'ning  word; 
Thy  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  fhall  ev'ry  humble  foul 
Make  fwiit  addrefles  to  thy  feat; 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  fhall  Ifind  a  bled  retreat. 

4  How  fife  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  ftorms  appear;  An  1 


PSALM     XXXIII.  55 

And  when  I  walk,  thy.  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide fpe  fafe  from  ev'ry  ihare. 

PSALM     XXXIII.      Firft  Part. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence. 
I  T\  E  JO  ICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
XV.     This  work  belongs  to  you; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 
1  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heavn'ly  arches  fpread  ; 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  mining  holts  were  made. 

4  He  bid  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep; 
The  flowing  feas  their  limits  know9 
And  their  own  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  ftand: 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refrs  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  rage, 

And  breaks  their  yah?  defigns; 
His  coufel  Hands  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  fhines. 

PSALM    XXXIII.     Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Creatures  vain>  and  God  all-fufficient. 
I   "O  L  E  S  T  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 
JD     Hath  fix'd  bis  graciofus  throne; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heavn'ly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 
%  His  eye  with  infinite  furvey 

Does  the  whole  world  behold; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
3  Kings  are  not  reicu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave; 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 

Can  the  bold  rider  fave.  TT  . 

■     4  vaia 


56  PSALM    XXXIII. 

4  Vain  is  the  fr.ength  of  beafts  or  men, 

To  hope  for  farety  thence; 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 

A  ftrong  and  furc  defence. 

5  God  is  their  '.car,  and  God  their  truft; 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  eye  Secures  the  juft 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 
PSALM  XXXIII.     As  the  113th  Pfalm.    Firjl  Pari. 

W^rki  of  creation  ami  -providence. 
I   "V7"  E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

J.     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,   your  longs  be  new  : 
Sing  of  his  name,   his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true ! 
a  Juftice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves, 

His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread; 
How  wide  they  fhine  from  north  to  fouth! 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  ftarry  armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas, 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place 

In  the  vaft  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
And  fires,  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth, 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands; 
But  his  eternal  counfel  Hands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 
PSALM  XXXIII.    As  the  113th  Pfalm.  Second  Part. 

Creatures  vain  and  God  all-fufficicnt. 
I   /~\  Happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
V»</  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne !        His 


PSALM     XXXIV.  57 

His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways, 
But  God  their  Maker,  is  unknown. 
a   Let  Kings  rely  upon  their  holt, 

And  of  his  flrength  the  champion  boafr; 

In  vain  they  bcaft,  in  vain  rely ; 

Jn  vain  we  trult  the  brutal  force, 

Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  companion,  Lord, 

Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  death  "or  dangers  threat'ning  ftand  : 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 
When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 
H   In  iicknefs,  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  phyficiaiv  thou  our  fhield, 
Send  us  falyafcion  from  thy  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  ihine ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
For  ail  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

P  S  A  L  M    XXXIV.      Flrji  Part.     Long  Metre, 

God's  care  of  the  faints;  or,  deliverance  by  -prayer. 
■   T    ORD,   I  will  blefs  thee,  all  my  days, 

_L_J   Thy  praife  fhail  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 

My  foul  fha  11  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 
;  Come,   magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 

Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  Jhamc. 
;  I  told  him  all  my  lecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  : 

He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 

And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  Thine ; 

A  beam  of  mercies  from  the  fkies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord: 

O  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 

Talte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word-  ,    „„ 

6    Ihe 


58 


PSALM    XXXIV. 


6  The  wild  young  lions  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,   roar  through  all  the  wood; 
But  none  fhall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  real  good. 

PSALM  XXXIV.    u— 22.    Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Religious  education;  or,  inflruclion  of  piety. 
1    /CHILDREN  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 

\^J    Your  parents  hope,  your  parents  joy, 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 
%  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  flatc, 

Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 

Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  ivis  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  fets  his  frowniug  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humhle  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lye. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death ; 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

PSALM  XXXIV.  i—io.   Firfl  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance. 

1  T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 
X      How  good  are  all  his  ways'. 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  lutf  'rer  cry'd, 
Now  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fhame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  me  flood, 

And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  the  flood, 
Redoubling  ail  my  woes; 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  ibre  dilrrcfs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  j  rje 


PSALM     XXXIV.  59 

He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  filcnc'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 
[5  O  finners,   come  and  iaftc  his  love, 
Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  you:  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetn'efs  of  his  grace. 
6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Round  where  his  children  dwell; 
What  ills  their  heax'nty  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  'ell.] 
[7  O  love  the  Lord    j  e  i'ainti  of  his; 
l-li«  eye  regards  t.hejuif£ 
Hou  -•(:),•--  blell  their  portion  is 
Who  make    he  Lord  their  trull! 
8  Young  He  is  pir<dh'd  v^rth  hunger  roar, 
Anj  fomiuVd  in  rlie  ,voou  : 
But.  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSJLM  XXXIV.  n— 1-2.  Second  Pari.  Common  Metre. 

Exhortations  to  peace  and  bofincfit 
I    •"'I  OM  E,   children,   ieurn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
V_><      And  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpireful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue, 
a  Depart  from  mifchief,  prdtife  love, 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  ; 
So  mall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry; 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dull, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  for  rows  here  they  tafre 

Are  fharp  and  tedious  top, 
The  Lord,   who  faves  them  all  at  lair, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead; 

But  God  fecures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls,       *'*v  ,  '. 


6o  PSALM     XXXV. 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM     XXXV.     1—9.     Firjt  Part. 
Prayer  and  faith  of  per  [cent  cd  faints  ;    or,  imprecations- 
mixed  -with  charity. 
I   VfOW  plead  my  caufe,  almighty  God, 
IN       With  all  the  Tons  of  ft  rift ; 
And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood, 
Who  fight  againft  my  life.' 
a  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  flop  their  way, 
Lift  thine  avenging  rod; 
But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
I  am  thy  Saviour  God. 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet, 

And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 
Plunge  the  deftroyers  in  the  pit 
That  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way, 

And  flipp'ry  be  their  ground; 
Thy  wrath  fhall  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And  all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind, 

Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind 
Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell; 

Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
Whofe  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on  high. 

7  But  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 

Amongft  that  impious  race, 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew 
By  thy  furprifing  grace. 

8  Then  will  1  raife  my  tuneful  voice 

To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefj  thee  for  my  own. 

PSALM     XXXV.     12,  13,  14.     Second  Part. 
1,0V e  to  enemies;  or,,  the  lave  oj "  Chrifi  to  finners  typified  in. 

David. 
I  TJEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 

XJ     That  holy  David  fhows;    ,  H    k' 


PSALM     XXXVI.  61 

Hark !  how  his  founding  bowels  move 
To  his  afflicted  foes! 
a  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains, 
And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ! 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  piou>  heart. 
45  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 
As  for  a  brother  dead! 
And  fading  mortlfy'd  his  foul. 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 
4  They  grcan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  Ired, 
Yet  ftili  he  pleads  and  mourns; 
And  double  bledings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 
$  O  glorious  type  of  heav'niy  grace  ! 
Thus  Chrifl  the  Lord  appears; 
While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 
6  He  the  true  David,  Ifr'el's  King, 
Bleft  and  belcv'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft:  blood. 
PSALM    XXXVI.     5—9.     Long  Metre. 
The  perfections  and  providence  of  God;  or,  general  providence 

and  fpecial  grace. 
X  TTIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
JTX  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fiiines; 
Thy  truth  fhall  break  through  ev'ry  clou4 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 
3,  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep;' 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 
$  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beail  thy  bounty  fhare; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 
4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings  ? 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs, 
Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 
J  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  flu  I]  be  fe4  with  fweet  repaft; 

f  There 


62  PSALM    xxxvr. 

There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  fa  1  vat  ion  to  our  tafle. 
6  Life,   like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord; 
And  in  thy  light  our  iouls  lhall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

■PSALM  XXXV!.  I,  z,  5,  6,  7,  9.  Common  Metre. 

'Pradical  atheifm  expofed ;    or,  the  being  and  attributes   of 

God  pjjertei. 

1  "\/£7"  HI  LE   men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

V \         And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 
Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none. 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes? 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour 
When  they  fhall  fee,  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  (hall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away  : 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fca. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  round, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  out-lives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  gOodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  htalt; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 
[7  From  thee,   when  creature-ftreams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow, 

And  raife  our  pleafure  high. 
8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day 

Where  clouds  can  never  rife. J 

PSALM 


PSALM    XXXVI,  XXXVIL.      % 

PSALM     XXXVI.     1—7.     Short  Metre. 

The  -wickednefs  of  ir.an,  and  the  majefty  of  God;  or,  praclical: 
atheifm  expofed. 

j  T  TTHEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

VV       My  heart  within  me  cries, 
He  hath  no  faith  of  God  -within, 

Nor  fear  before  his  eyes. 
Hz  lie  walks  a  while  conceal'd 

In  a  feif-flatt'jing  dream, 
'Till  his  datk  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 

Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  woids  are  fmooth  and  fair; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
New  mi-chiefs  to  fulfil, 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  praftife  ail  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear; 

His  juftice  hid  behind  the  cloud 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfeends  the  fky,    . 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie„ 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings! 

0  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings.. 

PSALM     XXXVII.      I— 15.     FUf  Part.. 
The  cure  of  envy,  fretfulnef,  and  unbelief;  or,  the  re-wards- 
of  the  righteous  and  the  -wicked;  or,  the  world's  hatred 
and  the  faint's  patience. 

1  "\T7HY  fhould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

VV       To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  fmners  waxen  great 
By  violence  and  lies. 
3,  As  Sow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon^ 
Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 


(+  PSALM     XXXVII. 

So  (hull  their  glories  vanifh  fbon 
In  everlasting  (hades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trflft, 

And  practife  all  that's  good; 
So  (hall  I  dweli  among  the  jidr, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  chearful  wait  his  will; 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 

Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 
,5  Aline  innocence  /halt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Pair  as  the  light  of"  dawning  day, 

And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  poflefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches  with  abundant  peace 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  providence  mould  long  delay, 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,   and  foam; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  Cees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  /hall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perfecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  Avoids  againft  them  turn, 
And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXXVIT.     16,21,26—31.     Second  [Pari 

Charity  to  the  poor;   or,  religion  in  -words  and  deeds. 
I  TTTHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 
W       And  grow  profanely  bold? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  finner's  gold. 
<;  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  frienc]s, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay;  Tj, 


PSALM     XXXVII.  6$ 

The  faint  is  merciful  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

2  His  alms  with  lih'ral  heart  he  gives 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blefTed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men, 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpei  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide; 
Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 
His  feet  fhall  never  Hide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  (land, 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare;  * 

They  lhall  poflefs  the  prcmis'd  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM     XXXVII.     43—37-     Third  Part'. 
The  -way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  -wicked. 
I  *]\/TY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
1VX     Are  order'd  by  thy  will;. 
Though  they  ihould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  frill. 
%  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  man  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home: 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleffings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Not  fear  when  tyrants  frown; 
Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain 
When  juitice  calls  them  down. 
Pause. 

5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 

Nor  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 

Dtlrroy'd  by  hands  unfeen, 

F  3  Nor 


66  PSALM     XXXV11L- 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 
7   But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend; 
True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM     XXXVlfl. 
Guilt  of  coujciencc  and  relief  ;   or,  repentance  and prayer  fer 

pardon  and  health. 
I      AMIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
JT\.     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 
S  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 
My  fkfh  is  forely  prcft; 
Between  the  forrcw  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  £ea, 

My  head  (till  bending  down; 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 

Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore. 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole; 
The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  re:::, 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known, 
,    Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'iy  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 

Is  notie'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope; 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  fatan  bids  me  die. 
!8  My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Aide, 
My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride 
When  they  fupplant  my  feet. 
9  But  I'll  confefs  m>  guilt  to  thee, 

And  s^eve  for  all  my  fin  :  j>» 


PSALM     XXXIX.  67 

1*11  mourn,  how  weak  my  graces  be, 

And  beg  fupport  divine. 
10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  part, 

And  be  for  ever  nigh ; 
Q  Lord  of  my  falvation  hafte, 

Before  thy  fervant  die.] 

PSALM     XXXIX.     I,  *,  3-     Firfi  Part.    l 
Watckfulnefi  over  the  tongue;  or,  prudence  and  zeal, 

1  HpHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

JL       *'  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  ftay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  icotfer  mould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd  ; 
But  let  the  lcofEng  finners  hear, 
That  we  can  ipeak  for  God. 

PSALM     XXXIX.    4,  5.  6,  7-'     Second  Pari, 
The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 
I   r  I  1  EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 
JL       Thou  maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
%  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  ihadows  o'er  the  plain, 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  noife  is  vain.* 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  ihow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 

And  ftraight  are  leen  no  more. 

5  What 


63         PSALM     XXXIX,  XL. 

J  What  could  I  vvilh  or  wait  for  then 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dull  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain  ; 
And  difuppoint  our  truft. 
6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  d  fires  recal  ? 
I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 
And  make  my  Gcd  my  All. 

PSALM     XXXIX.     9—13.     Third  Part. 
Sick  bed  devotion;  or,  pleading  -without  repining. 
I    /^~N  OD  of  my  life.,   look  gently  down, 
VJT     Behold  the  pains  I  feel; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 
%  Difeafes  are  tfty  fervants,   Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  fnarp  rebukes  ; 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  CruftYd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand 

We  moulder  to  the  duft; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withstand. 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 
[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 
How  foon  the  bubble's  broke; 
Adam  and  all  his  num'rous  race 
Are  vanity  and  fmoke.] 

6  I'm  but  a  f<  journer  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear! 

7  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  lhall  be  my  bufinefs  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM  XL.  1,2,3.5  *7-  Firft  Part.  Common  Metre, 

A  Jong  of  deliverance  from  great  dijirefs. 
J    T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 

X     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry;  ,j , 


PSALM     XL.  69 

He  faw  me  refling  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  an  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  Hand, 

And  taught  my  eheavful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  a  new  thankful  Tong. 

4  I'll  fprcad  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  affiidted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart.  ' 

PSALM  XL.    6—9.    Second  Part.    Common  Metre 
The  incarnation  and  facfifce  of  Chrift. 

1  HPHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 

X       "  Give  your  burnt  ofF'rings  o'er, 
"   In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"   My  foul  delights.no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  L6,  I'm  here, 

"  My  God,  ^to  do  thy  will; 
*'  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare- 
"  Thy  fervant  lhall  fulfil. 

3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my. fight, 

"   I  keep  it  near  my  heart  : 
*'■  Mine  eyes  are  open'd.  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  the  appoinfeearfrkjie  afl'umes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveaPd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  ihew'd, 

And 


70  PSAL  M    XL. 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  aflemblics  itood. 
6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 
He  pity'd  finners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

P  A   U    S    E. 

J  No  blood  of  heads  on  altars  (lied, 
Could  wad)  the  confeience  clean;. 
Eut  the  rich  faciifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  ail  our  fin. 
8  Then  was  the  great  ialvation  fpread, 
And  fatan's  kingdom  fhook  : 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  (ted 
The  ierpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSAL  M    Xi:.     «;~io,     Long  Metre. 
Cbrift  our  facrifve. 
t  rpHE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
X     Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought; 

Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 

My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 
I  No  blood  of  hearts  on  altars  fpilt 

Can  eJeanfb  the  fouls  of  men  from. guilt ; 

But  thou  hart  let  before  our  eyes 

An  all-iufricient  facrifice. 
3  Lo!  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 

To  thy  defighs  he.  bows  his  ears; 

A  Humes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 

And  well  performs  a  work  io  hard. 
\  "   Behold,   I  come  (the  Saviour  cries, 

"   With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

*'   I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"   Of  (ins,  and  do  thy  will,   my  God. 
)   u   'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 

'*   'Tis  in  thy  hook  foretold  of  me, 

"   I  mult  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 

"  And  lo!   thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 
>  "   I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"   When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

•'  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fky 
r  "  The  ipirit  fhall  defcend  and  (how 

"  What  thou  halt  done,  and  what  I  do;  u  ™, 


PSALM    XLI,  XLIL  71 

e*  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 
"  Thy  wildom  and  thy  righttouihefs." 

P  S  A  L  M     XLI.     I,  2,  3.    . 
Charity  to  the  poor;  or,  pity  to  the  affiiBed. 

1  T)  LEST  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move, 
Jl/    And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul  by  fympathizing  love 

Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do.; 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief 

Shall  find  tie  Lord  has  bowels  too  . 

3  His  foul  ihall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peftiience,  and  dearth^ 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n; 
'Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM    XLH.     I— 5-     Wfi  Pert- 

Defertion  and  hope  ;    or,   complaint  of  abfence  from  piiblic 

■worfiip. 

1  TT7*  I T  H  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 

W       My  God,  to  thee  I  look; 
%So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  'tafte   the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repair.; 
The  foe  infults  without  controul, 
And  -where' s  your  God  at  laft? 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  antient  days: 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far. 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  deipair, 

And  fin  againll  my  God  ?  6  Hope 


72         PSALM     XLII,  XLIV. 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 
Can  all  thy  woes  remove; 
For  I  l"hall  yet  hcfore  him  Hand, 
And  fing  refloring  love. 

PSALM     XLII.     6— II.     Second  Part. 

Mclancholly  thoughts  reproved ;  or,  hope  in  afflictions. 
I   TV  /T  Y  fpirits  fink  within  me,  Lord, 

J.VA   But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 

And  times  of  part  diftrefs  record, 

When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 
a  Huge  troubles  with  tumult'ous  noife        t 

Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread; 

Thy  watcr-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys, 

And  rifing  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  -the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  jiight  his  grace  remove  : 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heavn'ly  Rock, 

"  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke?  '! 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 
Why  fhould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too; 
He  is  my  reit,  and  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  (hall  guide  me  ftill, 
Thy  wot  a  fhall  my  heft  thoughts  employ,. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill, 

My  God,  my  mod  exceeding  joy. 

PSALM    XLIV.     i,  a,  3,  8,  15— 7,6. 
The  church's  complaint  in  perfection. 
I   T    ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
I  -t     Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days, 
a  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here, 
And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 
Amongft  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  (hone. 
3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day. 

And  in  a  chearful  throng  Did 


PSALM     XLV.   N 

Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  long. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhame, 

Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace, 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road  - 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n  ; 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftruclive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fcrc 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 
P  a  u  s  E. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die 

As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 
As  fheep  for  flaughter  bound  we  lie. 
By  fharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace! 
Why  fhould  we  look  like  "men  abhorr'd; 
Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  caft  us  off, 

And  ftiil  neglect  our  cries? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflidled  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bovf'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'r  confound. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  (ha me, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God: 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLV.     Short  Metre; 
The  glory  of  Chrift ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel,  end  the  Genfik 

church. 
I  "TV  ^T  Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 

XVX     Thy  beauties  are  divine; 
Thy  lips  with  bleffings  overflow, 
r&qd  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

G  -»    hjv>ih 


74  PSALM     XLV. 

Z   Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  faord, 

And  ride  in  majelry  to  fprcad 
The  conqueft  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftuhbora  foes, 
Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  ohey; 

While  juflice,  meeknefs,  grace,  and  truth, 
•  Attend  thy  gloricus  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  6  God,  are  right; 
Thy  throne  (hall  ever  fland : 

A  lid  thy  victorious  gofpel  proves 

A  iceptre  in  thy  hand. 
[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  mcafure  fried 
His  fpirit  like  a  joyful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 
[6   Behold  at  thy  right-hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 

And  Princes  guard  the  Queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe; 

Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol-gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King, 
Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ; 

Thy  children  (hall  his  honour  fing 
In  palaces  of  joy. 

PSALM     XLV.     Common  Metre. 

Perfonal  glories  and  government  of  Cbrijr. 

I    T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  king; 
J.      His  form  divinely  fair: 
None  of  the  fori:,  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Ford  compare, 
a  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  (bed; 
Thy  God  with  blc (Tings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  'acred  head. 
3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  Prince; 
Ride  with  majeftic  fway; 
Thy  terror  (ball  rtrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy 


PSALM     XLY,  75 

4  Thy  throne,   O  God,   for  "ever  ftands; 

Thy  word  of  giace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  dill, 

But  mercy  is  tny  choice: 
And  God,,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fill 
Wich  moft  peculiar  joys. 
.       PSALM    XLV.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre-, 

The  glory  of  Chrift,  and  poivcr  of  his  goffei: 
I   Vj  O  W  he  by  heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
JLN    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord,  hew  heav'nly  fair 
His  form!  how  bright  his  beauties  are! 
a*  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race  <. 

He  fhine^with  a  fuperior  grace; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffings  all  his  date  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  mofl  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword; 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  Tide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart : 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,   O  God,  for  ever  ftands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
Juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,   thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  facred  fpirit  bleft 

liis  firit-born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM     XLV.     Second  Part.     l!ong  Metre.. 
Chrift  and  his  church;  or,  myftical  marriage. 

1  TPHE  King  of  faints  how  fair  his  face, 

X     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace! 
He  comes  with  bltflings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right-hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold ; 

G  a  The 


76  PSALM     XLVI. 

The  world  admires  her  heavn'ly  drefs  ; 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 
,    He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own; 
J Ie  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne; 
Fair  (hanger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  (rate. 
]   So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice, 
In  thee,  the  fav'iite  of  his  choice; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
l7or  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies, 

And  all  thy  Tons   (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign! 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head:  *« 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  pfaifes  fpread  : 

While  we  with  chearful  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenfions  of  his  love. 

PSALM     XLVI.      Frrfl  Part. 

The  church's  j.'fety  arJ.  triumph  among  national  (lefolationj. 
I    /TM  O  1")  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints. 

V-X    When  frorms  of  fharp  diltrefs  invade; 
e  run  offer  our  complaints, 
.u  him  prcfent  with  bis  aid. 
1  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Load  to  the  deep  and  buried  there; 
Convr.lfions  lhake  the  folid  world, 
Our  faith  lhall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facfed  peace  our  fw}$  :ii 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhor'e, 
Trefnbles  and  dreads  the  (welling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  (Jrearn  whofe  gentle  flow   * 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God; 

Life,   love,  and  joy  (till  gliding  through; 
.And  wat'ring  our  divine  abodfe. 

5  That  facred  ftrtam,  thine  holy  word, 
That  all  our  raging  fear  corjtrouU  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  ai 

And  give  new  ttrength  to  fainting  Cw 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  again.fl  a  threal'ning  houf  ; 

-     Koi 


PSALM    XLVI,  XLVII.        77 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,   and  acm'd  with  pow'r. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLVI.      Second  Part. 
God  fights  for  bis  chuch. 
I   T    ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

1  a  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 
%  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  flill  our  aid; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought 
What  delegations  he  has  made. 

3  From  lea  to  fea  thro'  all  the  lhores 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  rears, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear; 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame : 
Keep  filence,  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  c£   Be  (till,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"   I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands; 

"   I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad; 
"   Bat  full  my  throne  in  Zion  ftands." 

6  O  Lord  of  Holts,   almighty  King, 
While  we  io  near  thy  prefenee  dwell,. 
Our  faith  Ihall  fit  fecure  and  ling 
Defiance  to  the  ga'tes  of  hell. 

PSALM     XLVIT. 
thrift  afc ending  and  reigning, 

1  f~\  For  a  fhout  of  facred  joy, 

Vy      To  God  the  fov'reign  King! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ,. 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ; 

His  heavn'ly  guards  around 
Attend  him  riling  through  the  Iky, 
With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

3  White  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  Kina> 

Let  mortals  learn  their  drains:  & 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing; 
0"er  ail  the  earth  he  reigns. 

'     63  4  Rci.c±: 


78  PSALM     XLVIIL 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  ; 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong, 
Nor  mocjk  him  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  lfr'el  flood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  choferj  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own; 
And  heathens  taftc  his  grace. 

6  The  Britilh  iflands  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abra'm's  God  is  known, 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fvvords, 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLVIIL      i—8.     Fhft  Part. 
The  thurch  is  the  honour  and  fafciy  of  a  nation, 
[1    /^\  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
Vjf     And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
Mis  mod  delightful  feat. 
i  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
flow  beautiful  they  (land! 
The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
1  he  bulwark,  of  our  lami..] 
-    In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone 
Through  all  her  palaces! 
4  Wnen  kings  againft  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
Ih  wild  confufion  of  the  mind, 

They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 
When  natives  tall  and  proud  ;  ^~v    j 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  fcas. 
6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen 

.  well  our  God  fecurcs  the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  been. 
•;   In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

11  to  his  houfe  repair, 
think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feck  dsliv'rance  there. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM    XLVIII,  XLIX.        79 

PSALM     XLVIII.     10—14.     Second  Part. 
The  beauty  of  the  church;'  or,  go/pel  -worjlrip  and  order* 
I    TT'AR  &s  thy  name  is  known 

JJ       The  world  declares  thy  praife; 
Thy  fayits,   O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

Their  fongs  of  honour  rafe. 
a  With  joy  let  Judah  ftand 

On  Zion's  choien  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 

And  counfels  of  thy  will. 
J  Let  ftrangets  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 

And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  'worihip  of  thy  court, 

The  chearfnl  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife! 
How  glorious  to  behold! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worihip  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die, 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below. 
And  ours  above  the  iky. 

PSALM  XLIX.    6—14.    FirftPart.  Common  Metre, 

Pride  and  death ;    or,  the  vanity  of  life  and  riches. 
I  "\TT7"HY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
VV       To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and.  honours  flow, 
With  every  rifing  tide  ? 
[Z  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 
Made  of  the  fe If- fame  day, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flem  were  bora 
Of  better  duft  than  they?] 
3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort. reprieve,. 
Redeem  from  d  ath  .one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 
[4  Life  is  a  blefling  can't  be 'fold, 
The  ranfom  is  too  high  5 

Juftice 


80  PSALM     XLIX. 

Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold,     - 
'J  hat  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  Srot'ifh  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  pofleftibns,   clofe  their  eyesj 
And  haftcn  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houle  fhall  ever  ft  a  nd : 
"   And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
"   I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 

How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ? 
His  name  is  written  in  the  duft 
Where  his  own  carcafe  lies. 
Pause. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way; 

And  )et  their  fons  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  act  their  words  again. 

9  Men  void  of-wifclom  and  of  grace, 

If  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race,    , 

And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 
[10  Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  fheep, 

Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep 

In  terror  and  defpair.] 

PSALM  XLIX.  14,  15-  Second  Part.  Common  Metftf. 

Death  and  the  rejiirrefiion. 
I   "*7"E  fons  of  pride,   that  hate  the  juft, 
X        And  trample. on  the  poor,' 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 
%  The  laft  great  da>   fhall  change  the  fcenf; 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revrve    and  reign 
O'er  all  that  icorn'd  them  here? 

3  God  will  my  naked  ibul  receive, 

When  fep'rate  from  the  flefh  ; 
And  break  the  prifdn  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 

4  Hcav'n  is  my  evei  lairing  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure;  T 


PSALM     XLIX,  L.  8r 

Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  [inner 's  death,  and  faint's  rcfurreBion, 
I   ITIHY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

V  V     And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave! 
%  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  hi-m  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round; 
That  flefh  £o  delicately  fee!, 

Lies. cold  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  digs, 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat: 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife,. 
And  find  th'  oppreffor  at  their  feet. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pemp,  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  : 
My  flefh  and  foul  Hull  part  no  more; 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

PSALM    L.     r— 6.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metreo 

The  loft  judgment ;   or,  the  faints  rewarded. 

I   rPHE  Lord,  the  Judge,   before  his  throne 

X       Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh. 

The  nations  near  the  rifmg  fun, 

And  near  the  weftern  fky. 

a  No  more  foal!  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

Judgment  tviM  ne'er  begin; 

No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 

To  impudence  and  fin . 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  flhall  come,  _ 

Bright  frames  prepare  his  way, 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm, 

Lead  on  the  dreadful  day.  .  Tr      , 

7  4  Heav'a 


B4  p  S  A  L  M     L, 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come; 
And  earth  and  hell  lhall  know  and  fear 
His  jullice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

'*  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
"   By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  an.!  works  brought  forth  to  light 

"  Shall  make  the  world  cunfefa 
"  My  fentehce  of  reward  is  right, 
*'   And  heaven  adore  my  grace.  " 

P  S  A  L  M    L.     io,  ii,  14,  15,  ^3.     Second  Pari. 

Common  Metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  facrifite. 

1  HPHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious  fields, 

JL       "    And  flocks  and  herds  arc  mine, 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
'*   I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "   I  afk  no  fhetp  for  facrifice, 

"   Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
*'  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"   Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 

"   My  hand  fhall  fiet  thte  free; 
"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  "   The  man  that  oilers  humble  praife, 

"   He  glorifies  me  bell  : 
"  And  thole  that  tread  my  holy  ways 
"   £>hall  my  falvation  tafte." 

P  S  A  L  M    L.     1,  5,  8.  16,  21,  22.     Third  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  judgment  cf  hypocrites. 

1  "TY7HEN  Chrill  to  judgment  fhall  defcend, 

VV       And  faint,  fufrovind.  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  gttendi 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "    Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain, 

"   Will  I  the  world  reprove; 

"  Altars  and  rites,   and  forms  are  vain 

**  Without  the  fue  of  love.  ,    A     1 

3  "  And 


PSALM     L.  S3 

3  tc  Aad  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  lacrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  jufl:  and  true, 
"    But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expect  t'  efcape  my  fight, 

"And  fi.jq  without  controul  ? 
"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light 
'{  With  anguifh  in  youi  foul." 

5  Corifider  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deiiv'rer  there. 

PSALM     L.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre* 
E'pocrify  expofed. 
I  'T'HE  Lord  the  Judge  his  churches  warns; 
X     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 
2,  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfhood  and  deceit; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbour  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  lufl:,  rfefiTd  with  blood; 
By  night  they  praclife  ev'ry  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And' while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more; 
They  think  he  lleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour!  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fnall  tear, 
And  no  deiiv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

P  S  A  L  M    L.     To. a  new  tune. 

The  hft  judgment. 

I  rT~,HE  Lord,  the  Sov'reign  fends  his  fummons  forth, 

JL    Calls  the  fouth  nations  and  ifwakes  the  north; 

From 


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PSALM    L. 


From  eaft  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fpread, 

Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead: 

No  more  (hall  Atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 

His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day. 

%  Behold  the  Judge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh; 

Tempefts  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky  ; 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near;   let  all  things  come 

To  hear  his  juftice  apd  the  Tinner's  doom  ; 

But  gather  firft  my  taints  (the  Judge  commands) 

Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

3  Behold  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
Tha'.  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  or  the  new. 
There's  no  diftintlion  here  ;  come  fpread  their  thrones^ 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge,  ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
My  jnft  eternal  fenjtence,   and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear; 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire;     * 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  Uain 
Do  I  condemn  thee;   bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love;   in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  off'rings  that  were  mine  before; 
Mine  are  tht  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 

Flocks,   herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullocks  blood? 
Can  I  be  flatUt'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 

Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fauti'ttic  vows! 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
A" God,  a  .Spirit,    with  fuch  toys  as  thete  ? 

While  with  my  grace  and  Oatutes  on  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  cioft  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Toievcs  and  adulterers  are  thy  cholen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long  fufTiing  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  Ihould  ne'er  reprove? 

And  cherilh  fuch  an  impiou,  thought  within, 

That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  fin?  », 


PSALM     L.  &5 

Behold  my  terrors  now;   my  thunders  roll, 

And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9   Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools  be  wife; 

Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife; 

Chance  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works  amend; 

FW  to  the  Saviour,   make  the  Judge  your  friend, 

Left  like  a  lien  his  laft  vengeance  tear 

Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

P  S  A  L  M     L.     To  the  old  propef  tune. 
The  left  judgment. 
X  rT~'H  E   God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth  ; 

_L     Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
Prom  eaft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds;  hell  trembles;  heav'n  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  chearful  voices. 
1  No  more  fhall  Atheifts  mock  his  long  delay: 
His  vengeance  ileeps  no  more;  behold  the  day; 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh; 
Tempefts  and. fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  : 
While  firmer,  s  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
%  "Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near;  let  all  things  come 
*'  To  hear  my  juftice  and  the  finners  doom ; 
"  But  gather  firft  my  faints;  (the  judge  commands) 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 
When  Chfifh returns,  wake  ev'ry  chearful  pa Jfwn  ; 
Andfliout,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

4  "  Behold  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever.good, 
"  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

"  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
t£  That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip  or  the  new. 
There's  no  difiinHion  here,  join  al}  your  voices, 
Kftnd  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n  rejoices, 

5  :t  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread  their  thrones, 
"   And  near  me  feat  my  favourites  and  tny  fons. 

"  Come,   my  redeem'd,  pofiefs  the  joy  prepar'd 
"  Ere  time  began ;  'tis  your  divine  reward. 
When  Chrijl  returns,  ivake  ev'ry  chearful  paffion  ; 
And  front,  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 
Pa  v   s  e     the  Firft. 

6  "  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God, 

?*  I  am  the  Judge;  Ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 

H  "  My 


ji  PSALM     U 

"  My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

"  Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear. 

God  appears,  all  nature  fall  adore  him  ; 
11  hile  finners  tremble,  Joints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemcr,  and  profane, 
"  Now  feci  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings  vain; 
"  Thou  hypocrite,  once  dreft  in  faints  attire, 

"  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
'Judgment  proceeds;  hell  trembles ;   hcavn  rejoices/ 
Lift  up  year  heads,  ye  faints,  -with  chearful  voices. 

8  "   Nor.  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  (lain 
"   Do  1  condemn  thee;   bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
"   Without  the  flames  of  love;  in  vain  the  (lore 
"   Of  brutal  off' rings  that  were  mine  before  : 
Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  fij  all  adore  him; 
While  fv.iners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

i)  "   If  I  were  hungry,   would  I  afk  thee  food? 

"  When  did  I  thirft  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood? 

"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 

"  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed. 

All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation; 

Gives  fuiners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 

io  "  Can  1  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 

"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows? 

•'   Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 

"   Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold-? 

God  is  the  Judge  ofheatts;   no  fair  difguifes 

Can  J'creen  the  guilty  ivha:  his  vengeance  rifes. 

Pause     the  Second. 
II  "  l/nthinking  wretch  !  how  could'f).  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
"   A  God,  a  Spirit,   with  fuch  toys  as  thefe? 
<£  While  with  my  grace  and  flatutes  on  thy  tongue 
"  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doth  thy  brother  wrong; 
Judgment  proceeds;   hell  tumbles;   heavn  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  tends,  ye  faints,  fu'l  voices. 

j2  '*   In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
•*  Thieves  ai/d  aduk'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends, 
"  While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits, 
"   His  harden 'd  foul  divine  inflrucYion  hates. 
God  is  the  Judge  ••/  hearts  ;  no  fur  dijg/rjes 
("::■,!  fcrcen  the  guilty  -when  his  vengeance  rifes. 
i;3  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-lutfefing  love; 
•"'  But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  lhould  ne'er  reprove? 

"  And 


PSALM.  LI.  H 

"  And  cheriih  fuch  an -impious  thought  n;thin, 
"  That  the  All-holy  would  "indulge  thy  fin  ? 
See  God  appears,   all  nature  joins  t'  adore  i.  •■:, 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  [inner s  fall  I efoi  e  Ij>i. 

14  "  Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
"  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul-:  . 
\*  Now  like  a  lion  (hall  my  vengeance  tear 

"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and.no  deliv'rer  near." 
Judgment  concludes;   bell  trembles/   heaven  rejoices  ? 
'Lift  up  your  heads-,  ye  faints,  pith  cfaearful  voices. 

E  F  I  P  H  O  N  K  M  A, 

15  Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools  be  wife; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife, 

Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works  amend) 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
Then  join  ye  faints,  -wake  ev'ry  cbearful  pajfion ; 
When  Chrift  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

PSALMS.     Firft.  Part.     Long  Metre.. 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1  QHEW  pity,  Lord;  O  Lord,  forgive, 

0  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  las;ge  and  free; 
May  not  a  finner  trufr  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound,   I 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin^ 

And  make  my  guilty  confidence  clean;. 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fihame  my  fins  confefs   - 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace: 
Lord,  fhould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 

1  am  condemn'd,  but. thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath,. 
J. muff,  pronounce  thee  juff  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  foul  were  lent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  firmer,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope  (till  hov'ring  round  thy  word,. 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fimport  r-iainftdef^air. 

Hi  P  S  A  L  M 


88  PSALM     LI. 

P  S  A  L  M     LI.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Original  ar.d  aRual  fin  confeJJ'ed. 
I   T    ORD,  f  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin; 

L^i   And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 

Sprung  Hum  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 

Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
2,  £0011  as  we  drew  our  infant  breath, 

The  feeds  of  fin  grew  up  for  death: 

Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart; 

But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 
[3  Great  God,  creat€  my  heart  anew, 

And  form  my  ipirit  pure  and  true; 

Or  make  mc  wile  betimes,  to  fpy 

My  danger,  and  my  remedv.] 

4  Behold,    1  fall  before  thy  face; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

.  No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyfTop  branch,   nor  fpriakled  pried, 
Nor  running  brook,   nor  flood,   nor  lea, 
Can  waih  the  difmal  (tain  away. 

6  Jcfus,   my  God,  thy  blood  ilone, 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  biood  can  make  me  white  as  fuow  •; 
No  fewilh  types  could  cleanfc  me  lb. 

7  While  guilt  dillurbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flefh,   nor  foul,  hath  reft  or  tale  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
Aud  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

P  S  A  L  M     LI.      Third  P,rt.     Long  Metre. 
The  btickflider  re  fiord;  or,  ;\  >e  tk:J 

of  Chnjt. 
I   /~V  Thou  that  hear'ft  when  linners  cry,     ■• 
V,/   Tho'  all  my  crimes  belore  thee  i 
Behold  them  not  wirh  angry  look, 
"But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 
Z  Create  my  nature  pure  witl 
And  form  my  foul  averie  to  fiu  : 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  d( 
Nor  hide  thy  prefenee  from  my  hcai'.. 
3   I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight; 


PSALM     LI.  89 

Thine  holy  joys  my  God  reftore; 
And  guard  me  that  I  fait  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  frill  afford: 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,   my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  1  bring; 

The  God  of  Grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  dun, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  j Lift  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,   with  pitying  eye, 
And  fa-ve  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways; 
Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  fhall  be  all  my  long  ; 
And  all  my  pof/'rs  fiiali  join  to  biefs 
The  Lord  my  ftrength  and  rightecuin  efs. 

P  S  A  L  M    L\,     3—I3-     Firjl  Part.  Common  Metre, 

Original  and  affual  fin  confeffed  and  fardcr.ed. 
X   "IF    ORD,   I  would  fpread  my  fore  difnefs 
"   j-    And  guilt  before  thine  eyes; 
Againfr  thy  laws,  again (r  thy  grace 
How  high  my  crimes  arife! 

2  Should'/!  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  heil, 

And  crufri  my  fiefh  to  dun, 
Tieav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  v.eli. 
And  earth  mml  own  it.jufi. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came. 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,   I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breSthj  A, 

And  as  my  days  advane'd,  I  grew 
A  jufler  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cJt^ar  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love; 

H  3  O  make 


>o  PSALM     LI,  'LUJ. 

O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove.. 

6  I»et  not  thy  fpirit  quite  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face; 
Cicate  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  Cans  of  men  ;  * 

Backfliders  lhall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PS ALM  LL    14—17.    Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blosd  of  Lhtijl, 

1  f\  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call, 
V-/  My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  the  Separating  wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  right  eoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  foug. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  (lain 

For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  (hall  ltill  remain- 
SufEcient  and  alone. 

4  A.  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  bed  facrifice. 

PSALM     LIII.     4—6. 
Vitlory  and  deliverance  from  per/edition- 
I      A    R  E  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
jf\      Who  thus  devour  her  faints? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 
%  They  (hall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprifc ; 
For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 
3  In  vain  the  fons  of  fatan  boaft 
Of  armies  in  array,  . 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  holt, 

They  fall  an  cafy  prey.  q  ^ 


P  S  A  L  ty.   LV.  9: 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zicn's  King 
Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
Jacob  with  all  the  tribes  mall  fing, 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

PSALM  LV.     1 — 8,16,17,18,22.     Common  Metre. 
Svffbrt  f:r  the  ajflzfted  and  tempted  foul. 


o 


Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears, 
a  Their  rage  is  leveli'd  at  my  life, 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  flrifer 
To  (hake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-firings  found, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  Jprfet  me  round 
Amongft  the  ihades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  refllefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  fforms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  all 

To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call,. 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

P  a  us  e  . 

7  By  morning-light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry. 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  afk  his  grace , 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  Ihield  me  when  afraid; 
Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 
<j  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains  them  all ; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word       £ 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

to  My 


92  PSALM     LV,  LVI. 

10  My  high  eft  hopes  fhall  not  he  vain, 
My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

P  S  A  L  M     LV.     ij,  16,  17,  19;  22.     Short  Metre, 
Dangerous  profperity;   or,  daily  devotion  encouraged. 


ZL 


ET   finners  take  their  courfe, 
And  choofe  the  road  to  death : 


But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 

I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath, 
a  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne 

When  morning  brings  the  light; 
I  feek  his  blefling  ev'ry  noon, 

And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God ; 

While  finners  perifh  in  furprife. 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod^ 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel  ; 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  narrt£, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  1  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord: 

1*11  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arnij 
And  reft  upon  hr5  word. 

6  His  arm  (hall  well  iurtain 
The  children  of  his  love; 

The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftands 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

P  S  A  L  M    LVI. 

Deliverance  from  opprejjion  and  falfiood;  or,  God's  care  of 

his  people,  in  anfwer  to  faith  and  prayer. 
I   /~X  Thou  wnofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
V-/     And  makes  th'  oppreflor  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  finners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peac«. 
a  The  fjns  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me    Lord; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rile, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 
3  In  O  >d  moft  HoJy,  juft,  and  true, 

1,  have  repos'd  my  truft;  Nor 


P  S  A  L  M     LVII.  95 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  fltili  can  do, 
Thfc  offspring  ot  the  duft. 

4  They  vvrejt  my  words  to  mifchief  frill, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults; 
Mifchief  doth  ali their, counfeis  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shell  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

JVluft  their  devices  (land  : 
O  caff  the  haughty  Tinner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand. 

Pause.- 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  faints,       -    . 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears;. 
Thou  haft  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  fcr  my  tears. 

7  "WrVen  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee; 
Satfwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  Iky, 
%        So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  molt  h.oly,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repps'd  my  truft; 
Nor  will  I  fiear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  daft.- 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  (halt  receive  my  praife  ; 
rilling,    How  fa'lihfui  is  thy  -word; 
How  righteous  all  thy  -ways  / 

10  Thou  haft  fecirr'd  my  ibul  from  death, 

O  let  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  empioy'd  for  thee. 

P  S  A  L  M     LVII. 
Prr.':fe  for  proietlicn,  grace  and  truth,. 
I    "JVyf  Y  God,  in  whom. are  all  the  fprings 

xVX   Of  bound lefs  love  and  grace  unknown,,.  **~ 

Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 

'Till  the  dark  floud  is  overblown. 
2,   Up  to  the  heav-'iu  I  fend  m-y  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform; 

He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorn>. 
3  Be  thou  exalted,   O  my  God, 

Above  the  tigav'ns  where  angels  dwell; 


Thy 


94  PSAL  M     LVIIT. 

Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known rftbi 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  rix'd;   my  long  lhail  raiic 
Immortal  honours  to  t h y  name. 
Awake,   my  tongue,  to  found  his  prrjfc,- 
My  tongue,   the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoff.  fky  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  difTolve  and  die.  * 

6  Be  thou  exalted,   O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  c'wc'il; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM    LVI1I.     As  the  113th  Pfalui. 
Warning  to  magijlrctes.  ■. 

I    JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  cauie, 

When  tb'  injur'd  poor  before  you  (lands? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finners  Tcapc  feoire 

While  gold  and  greatne^.  bribe  your  hands  I 
S  Have  ye  forgot,  or  ever  knew 

That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftice  reigns; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God; 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confeience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 

The  arrow  (harp,  the  poifon  (hong,       "• 
And  death  attends  where-e'er  it  wounds: 

You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears; 

So  the  deaf  adder  flops  his  ears 

Again  ft  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

4  BreaK  out  their  teeth,   eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft: 
As  empty  chaff  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  temped:  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 
J  Th'  almighty  thunders  from  the  Iky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  (now  diilblve  and  run, 


Or 


P  S  A  L  M     LX,  LXI.  95 

Or  Anils  that  perilh  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 
Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 
6  Thus  fnall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford; 

And  all  that  hear  (hall  join  and  fay, 
*'  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"    A  God  that  hears  his  children  ''cry 
"   And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay." 
PSALM     LX.     i—5,  io— 12. 
On  a  dar  of  Iffimliatton  for  d:f.7ppoini?nents  in  war. 

1  >T    ORD,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off!     • 

&  j     Miift  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 
Wilf  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine    i 

?.leits  a:i  our  ftrength  away; 
Like  men  tr    t  totter  drunk,  with  wine, 
We  tremble  la  difmay. 

3  Great-Britain     :akes  beneath  thy  ftroke,     . 

\nd  dreads  thy  threat'ning  hand; 
O  iieal  the  ifland  thou  haft  broke, 
Conilrn  the  wav'ring  land. 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name: 
Save  thy  beloved  wifciv  thy  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  io  fhame. 

5  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight 

Like  a  confed'rate  God; 
In  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  flball  gain  a  wide  renown 

By  thine  aflifting  hand  ; 
'Tis  God  that  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  ftand. 

PSALM     LXI.     4—6. 
Safety  ^h  God. 
I  TTTHEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
VV       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs  and  far  from  all  relief 
To  keav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes.. 
%  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head,  And 


96         PSALM    LXH,  LXIII. 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  flicker  and  my  (hade, 

3  Within  thy  pretence,-  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givcft  rpe  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward,. 
I  (hall  poflefs  the  fame. 

PSALM    LXI1.     5— iz. 
Aro  trufi  in  the  creatures;  or,  faith  in  divine  grate  anH  povm\ 
I   TV/T  Y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone; 
XVX  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  Itraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits, 
a  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face: 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  doth  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafihg  gold  your  truff, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'iin^  duff; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke. 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke ? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"   All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due; 

"  He  muff  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too." 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divije^our  laff  reward. 

PSALM    LXUL  «H  a,  5,  3,  4-     Flrft  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 
I   YEARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
JCj     I  haffe  to  feek  thy  face; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
•    ^  Without  thy  ch earing  grace. 


P  S  A  L  M     LXIII.  97 

£  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand         . 
beneath  a  burning  iky, 
Long  for  a  coolirig  ftream  at  band, 
And  they  mud  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy.  glory  and  thy  povv'r 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  mine  : 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  he-r.  _ 

That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blefiings  of  a  feaft 

Qan  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,   with  all  her  joys, 

Can  my  belt,  paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearftil  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  'till  my  lafl  expiring  day, 

I'll  hlefs  my  God  and  King : 
Thus  will  1  lift  myhands  to  pi-ay, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

P-SALM  LXIII.   6—IO.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre, 
MiMght  thoughts,  recollected. 

1  >rT"!  WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

X       I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r; 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  flefh  lay  retting  -on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high ; 
My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  'I  faid, 
Bring  thy  falvat'wn  nigh. 
$  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  : 
But'thy  right-hand  upholds  me  frill, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  lhadow  of  thy  wings  : 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain; 
The  tempter  mall  for  ever  ceafej 
And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 

I  6  Thy 


9S  PSALM     LXIII. 

6  Thy  fword  (hall  give  my  foes  to  death, 
And  fend  them  clown  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  «arth, 
Or  to  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM    LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  God;  or,  the  Lvc  of God  better  than  life. 
I   /^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

V_X   Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft; 

The  glories  that  compafs'thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blefl. 
a  Thou  gieat  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  facred  tics; 

Thy  Son,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long;  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face; 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafte, 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know, 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 

Or  raife  my  cheart'ul  pafTion  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 
No  tafte  of  plea fu  re  could  afford ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  A  mid  ft:  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefhrhent  to  my  bed. 
I  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife ; 
This  work  lhall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 
I   TV/TY  God,   permit  my  tongue 

1Y1     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine-  ^ 


PSALM     LXV.  99 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 

To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 
%  My  thirfty  fainting  ibui 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 

Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relifh  can  afford; 

No  jcy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 
And  praife  thee  while  I  live; 

Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 

Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 
■6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 

And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  chearful  hope  relies. 

8  The  ihadow  of  thy  wings 
My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  ; 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  fupports  roy  fteps. 

PSALM     LXV.     .1—5. .  Firfi  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Public  prayer  and  pfaife\ 

1  r  I  ^HE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  the«, 

X     My  God;   and  praife  bec-mes  thy  houfe : 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,   whofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies, 
To  fave,   when  humble  finners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  tlieMr  eyes, 
And  iflands  of  the  northern  fea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fhall  purge  away  their  ftain  ; 

Is  The- 


ioo  PSAJL  M     LXV. 

The  blood  of  Chiift  will  never  fail 
To  wafli  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  choof.^ 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee; 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 
P  a  u  s  £. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays; 
Babel,   prepare  for  long  diftrefs. 
When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  tenor  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

fr'With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 

What  his  afflicted  faints  requefl; 

And  with  almighty  wrath  reveab 

His  love  to  give  his  churches  reft. 
7  Then  (hall  the  Hocking  nations  run, 

To  Zion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord; 

The  riling  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee   the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PS  AIM    LXV.     J— 13.     Second  Part.    Long  Metre, 
Divine  providence  in  air,  earth  and  fea;  or,  the  god  of  nature- 

and  grace.  ^ 

I  r  ■  1  H  E  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

_£.     The  groans  of  Zion  mix'd  with  tears;  - 

Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 

Thro'  all  the  way  his  terror  fhinus. 
a  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 

Far  as  the  earth's  remote!!  ends, 

Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 

By  nature's  feeble  light  a'one. 

3  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  Mood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  lpuls  to  God, 
When  tempcits  rage,  and  bii lows  roar* 
A  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He  bids  the  noi'y  tempeft  ceafe, 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd*  to  ._;•  - 
When  a  tumult'ous  nation  raveg 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  wave-. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  ihakcn  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peacefiirform  ; 
Mountains  eftablifh'd  by  his  hand. 
Firm  on  their  old  foundation  ftand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  (ky, 

New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly;  The 


PSALM     LXV.  101 

The  Heathen  lands  with  fwift  furprize, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray- 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day; 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  7 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fliow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  fiow'rs. 

9  !Tis  from  his  wat'ry  (lores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  chearful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

11  The  paftures-fmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each'in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

IZ  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glory  mine; 
Thro'  ev'ry  mouth  thy  gifts  appear ; 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM    LXV.      Firfi  Part.     Common  Metre. 
A  -prayer-hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  T)  RAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee; 
JL       There  fhall  our  vows  be  paid; 

Thou  haft  an  ear  when  Tinners  prav, 
Ail  flelh  mail  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine,. 
And  thou  wilt  .grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choofe 

To  brine  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feail  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfwering  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  mine, 


102  PSALM     LXV. 

And  works  of  dreadful  righteouiheis 
Fulfil  thy  kind  delign. 

5  Thus  fhall  the  wond'rmg  nations  f< ■•* 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft ; 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  t<?  thee, 
And  make  thy  partlt  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,   Lord, 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word, 

And  love  as  well^s  fear. 
P  S  A  L  M     LXV.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth  and  fea;   or,  theblefpng 
of  rain. 

1  'HP  IS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 

JL       God  of  eternal  pow'r; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'nJng  fhade 

Succeffive  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plent'ous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring.  w 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'rs,. 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'iing  citterns  in  the  fky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 

With  wat'ry  treasure  well  iupply 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear; 
Thy  ways  abounn  with  bleflings  dill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     LXV.     Third  Part.     Common  Metre- 
The  blejpugs  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  Cad  gives  rain. 
A  pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 
"i   pOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
VJT     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paltures  ev'ry  fpring,     . 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 
2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

our  out  at  thy  command  Th«ir 


PSALM     LXVL  ioj 

Their  wat'ry  bleffings  from  the  iky, 
To  chear  the  thinly  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fliow'rs: 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  all  their  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods  refrefh'd  with  rain 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parching  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns; 
•     How  bount'ous  are  thy  ways  ? ' 

The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the,  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM     LXVI.      Firfi  Part. 
Governing  power  and  goodnefs;  or,  our  grace  tried  by  afflictions, 
I   QI  NG,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
O     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 
2,  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  fhakes  the  iky, 
"   How  terrible  art  thou! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
[3  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  his  rod; 
And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifra'l  pafs'd  the  flood; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftiefs  might ;  ». 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war? 

6  O  blefs  our  God!  and  never  ceafej 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praiie; 


io4        PSALM     LXVI,  LXVIL 

He  keeps  our  life,   maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuifering  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  fhine; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command,  ^ 

Led  to  pofTefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM     LXVI.      13—20.     Second  Part-*    . 
Pralfe  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. 
I   \J  O  W  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
JLN      To  that  almighty  pow'r, 
That  hoard  the  long  requelts  1  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour, 
a  My  lips  and  chearful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  heslr 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid: 
He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employ 'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 
J  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bled) 
Has  fet  my  fpirit  free; 
Nor  turn'ti  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 
*        Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM    LXVII. 
The  nation's  profperity,  and  the  church's  incrcafe. 
I   QH1NE,  mighty  God,   on  Britain  fhine, 
O     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coafts, 
And  (hew  thy  fmiling  face, 
[a  Amidft  our  ifie  exalted  high 
Do  thou  our  glory  ffand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 

Surround  the  fav'rite  land.]  When 


PSALM     LXVIII.  105 

3  When  fhall  thy  name  from  more  to  fhore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,   ye  diftant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  ; 
While  Britifh  tongues  exalt  his  praiie, 
And  Britiih  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,   the  ibv'reign  Judge, 

That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
Wifely  commands  the  worldsjie  made, 
In  juitice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  fhall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe  : 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  ifle 
.    With  frmtfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choiceftrfavours  here,    - 
While  the  creation's  utmofl  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM    LXVIII.     1—6,  32-35.  *  Firji  Part, 

The  -vengeance  and  compifp.on  of  Cod. 
I   T    ET  God  arife.  in  all  his  might, 

-L-i   And  put  the  troops  of  helfto  flight ; 

As  fmoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  Ikies, 

Before  the  rifing  temped  flies. 
[2  He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames; 

Juftice  and  vengeance  are  his  names; 

Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire!] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  Iky  ; 
His  name  [ehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sir.g  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace; 
Ye  iaints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Ely  u  his  aid  in  (harp  diitrefs: 
In  him  the  poor  and  helpieis  find 
A  Judge  that's  jutt,  a  Father  Kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain,, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  wiil 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 

Pause, 


io6  PSALM     LXVIII. 

P  A  U   S   E. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong; 
His  wond'rous  names  and  poyyers  rehearfe  ; 
His  honours  (hall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  (hakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifr'el  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifr'el  is  his  pecuiiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  bleft; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  ; 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  firength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM     LXVIII.       17,   18.     Second  Pqrt. 
Cbrift's  afcenfton,  and  the  gift  'of  the  fpirit. 
I   T    ORD,  when  thou  diJft  afcend  ©n  high, 

-Li   Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  fky  : 

Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 

Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 
%  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there; 

While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 

And  (Iruck^he  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captives  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  hue  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  fpirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM     LXVIII.     19,  9,  zo,  21,  22.     Thrd  Part. 
Praifc  for  temporal  blcjfwgs;   or,  common  and  fpecial  mercies- 

1  "\T7*E   blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 

VY     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  |nd  f'jod  ; 
Who  pours  his  blcffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  the    iin  his  circuit  round, 

To  chear  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plent'ous  rain 
Refrefh  the  thirfry  earth  again 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 

And  all  our  near  eicapes  from  death  :  Safety 


s 


PSALM     LXIX.  ic7 

Safety  and  health  to  God  belong; 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleflings  of  his  love; 
But  the  wide  difF'rencc  that  remains, 
Is  endlefs  joy,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  lhall  tread, 
The  ftubborn  tinner's  hope  confound, 
And  finite  him  with  a  lairing  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  (hall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feaSj 
And  bring  them  to  his  court  above  ; 
There  (hall  they  tafte  his  Special  love. 

PSALM  LXIX.     i— 14.   FirftPart.  Common  Metre. 
The  fufferings  of  Chrljl  for  our  Jalv-atlon. 
AVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 
Break  in  upon  my  foul ; 
*'  I  fink,  and  forrows  o*er  my  head 

"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 
"  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

"   In  tears  I  wafte  the  day; 
'*  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 

"   And  fhorten  thy  delay. 
"  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  ftill  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 

"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 
"  'Tvvas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"   And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 

V  Which  finners  took  away." 
Thus  in  the  great  Mefliah's  name 

The  royal  prophet  mourns; 
Thus -he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 

And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 
"  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  thy  nanie, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load, 

"  Of  forrow,  pain  and  fhame, 
"  Grief  like  a  garment  cloth'd  me  round, 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 

<*  While 


io3  PSALM     LXIX. 

"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
**  A  robe  of  righteoufncfs. 

8  "  Among  ft  my  brethren  and  the  Jew6, 

"   1  like  a  ftranger  ftood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 
•■  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful- mortals  ftead 

"  To  do  my  Father's  will; 
"  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe, 
"  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  fafting  and  my  holy  groans 

"   Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong; 
*'  But  God  from  his  celeftiai  throne 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drown'd ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fixt  my  finking  feet 

"  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground, 
la  "  'Twas  in  a  moft  accepted  hour 

"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  hi^h, 
*•'  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fhall  hear 

"  The  dying  finner's  cry." 

PSALM    LXIX.     14—21,  26,  29,  32.     Second  VatU 
Common  Metre. 
The  pajpon  and  exaltation  of  0mfi. 
I   "^T  O  W  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear, 
jj\l       And  mournful  pleafure  ling, 
The  fufTrings  of  our  great  High-prieft, 
The  forrows  of  our  King, 
a  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs; 
How  high  the  waters  rife ! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"   Nor  hide  thy  (hining  face: 
"  Wrry  fhould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
*'   Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  persecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
"  Whi'e  for  a  facrifice  T  pour 
"   :.iy  life  upon  the  grour.d. 

5  <{  1  hey  tread  my  honour  to     le  duftj 

"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  j  u  Their 


PSALM    LXIX.  109 

«  Tlv-ir  fharp  infirlting  ilanders  add 

0   Fr.efh  anguiih  to  my  pain. 
5   "   All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

"  The  fcanrdal  and  the  ihame; 
"    Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 

««   And  lies  defil'd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity;  but  in  vain; 

"   My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
"   I  alk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  third, 

"'  They  gave  me  gail  for  food; 
'•'And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "   Shine  into  my  diftxeffed  foul, 

"   Let  thy  companion   fave; 
"  And  tho'  my  flelh  fink  down  to  death, 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

10  "   I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
"  And  thy  Salvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne.  " 
P  S  A  L   M     LXIX.     Third  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Chrift's  obedience  and  death  ;  or,  God  glorified  and  jinntrs 

faved. 
I     TT'ATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond  rous  grace, 
Jj     I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name. 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finners  ihame. 
a  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high; 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfill'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His. dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  God 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goats  or  bullocks  blood. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 

And*fet  their  hearts  at  reft ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  bled. 
5  Letheav'n,  and  all  that' dwell  on  high, 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 

K.  While 


i  jo  PSALM    LXIX. 

While  land  and  fcas  affifl  the  fky, 
And  join'd  t'  advance  the  praife. 
6   Zion  is  thine,   moft  holy  God, 
Thy  Son  lhail  blefs  her  gates: 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood 
For  th\  i.'wn  til  'el  waits. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXIX.     Fir jl  part.     Jong  Metre. 
ChrijVs  paJfiWy   and  firmer s  f civ  at  ion. 
I      T"\  EE  P  in  our  hearts   let  ns  record 
_L/   The  deeper  forrovvs  of  our  Lord  : 
Behold  the  riling  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  righteous  foul. 
%   In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  andvlove 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  bleffing  prove; 
Thofe  dreadful  fuff'rings  of  thy  Son, 
Aton'd  for  fins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  net  his  own. 

5  O  for  hisfake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  finner  live! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  (hall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 

P  SAL  M     LXIX.     ver,  7.   &c.     Second  Part. 
Long  Metre. 
thrift's  fufer'ings  and  zeal. 
\   'npWAS  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God, 
JL     Thy  Son  fuitain'd  that  heavy  load 

Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace, 

And  fhame  defil'd  hisiacred  face. 
2    The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 

A  bus'd  the  man  that  cK-ek'd  their  fin  : 

While  he  fulfili'd  thy  Holy  laws, 

They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caule. 
[3   My  Father's  houfc  (faid  lie)  was  made 

A  place  for  ivorjlilp  not  for  trade : 

Then  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 

lit  feorfrg'd.  the  merchants  from  the  place.]      [4  Zeal 


PSALM     LXXT.  in 

[4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 

Confum'd  his  life,  expos'"  d  his  blood  : 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 
[5  His  friends  forfook,  his  foil' wers  fled, 

While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head; 

They. curie  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue, 

And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.], 
6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies. 

And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies; 

They  nail  him  to  the  lhameful  tree; 

There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me. 
f  7  Wretches  with  hearts  as  hard  as  (tones, 

Infult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 

Qall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 

And  mock'd  his  thirfl  with  vinegar.] 
8   But  God  beheld ;  and  from  his  throne 

Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son; 

The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 

Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PSALM    LXXI.     5—9.     Fir  ft  Part. 
The' aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope._ 

2  TV  /f  Y  God,  my  everlailing  hope, 
1VJL  1  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 

—Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ifrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

3  My  fleih  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine, 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  intirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  ev'ry  year; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  'trull:  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Cart  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine, 
When  e'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days,  ^ 

They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praiie. 

K  v   '  P  S.  A  L  M 


iii  PSALM     LXXI. 

1>  S  A  L  M      LXXI.     15,     14,     16,     33,     22,     %6 

Second  Part. 
.  ourftrengib  atidrigbfeoufnefs. 
1     1\/T  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
JLvJL   When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ?. 
%  Thou  art  my  everlafting  trult, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore; 
And  iiuce  I  knew  thy  graces  fir  ft 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  ih«li  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  fili'd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  foaie  furprifing  Jin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfecl:  righteoufnefs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicY  lies'  of  my  King! 
My  foul  redeemed  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvatiou  fing. 
[6  My  tongue  mnll  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God: 
FIi5  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  frame, 
And  drown*d  them  in  his  blood. 
7   Awake,  awake,   my  tuneful  pow'rs; 
With  this  delightful  long, 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXI.1     17—21.     Third  Part. 
The  aged    Chriftian's  prayer  aiidfong  ;  or,  old  age,    death, 

and  the  tifuxrectian. 
I    S~*  OD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
VJT  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways, 
a  Wile  thou  foriake  my  hoary  hairs  ? 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  r 
Who  (hall  fuftain  my  finking  years, 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart? 

3  ^et 


PSALM     LXXII.  113 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  furviving  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  (hall  quit  the  itage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  : 
O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 
P      a      u  .  s     £f 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high,  ' 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

.And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  preft  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dufr, 

My  flefh  fhall  be  thy  care; 
Thefe  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  T  trull, 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXII.     Fir  ft  Part. 
Th;  kingdom  of  Chrift. 

1  f^\  RE  AT  God,   whofe  univerfal  fway 
KjT  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obeyj 

Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands; 
His  juftice  fhall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride-and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreffor  in  the  duft; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fears  fnall  laft 

'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pafr. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  (hall  he  fend  his  influence  down: 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftilis, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

K3        ^  5  The 


n4  PSALM     LXXIL 

5  it  ^a;Jie,i'amIs/tl,at  lie  be»«ti, 

i'leftiades  of  over/pi-eading  death  •  - 

Hcvive  at  his  firft  dawning  light' 
And  deferts  bioflom  at  the  fight' 
(>  The Tkmts  (hall  flourilh  in  his\lavs,  " 
Dreft.n  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  : 
Pace|lkeanverfromhisthIone 

Wiall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM     LXXII.     Second  pan, 
Cbrijl's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1      T  ^S  U  ?  •/haI1  re*&n  where  e'er  the  fun 

J    Does  his  fucceilive  journeys  run; 

His  kingdom  rtretch  from  fhore  to  more, 

z     rLi    M°°,nS  -W  wax  and  wanc  ■*»  more. 

/^^  the  iflands  wirh  their  kin^s. 

And  Lurope  her  beft  tribute  brings  : 
*rom  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet, 

I  o  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 
3  Theft  Pcrfia,   glorious  to  behold, 

*  here  India  fliines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations  at  his  word 
hubm,t,  and  bow  and  own  their  Lord.  1 
For  him  mail  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  crown  his  head; 
Wr  .name  like  fweet  Pe»fume  lhall  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice. 

5  I  eople  and.  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue     — 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fwecteft  fong; 
And  infant  voices  fliall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleffings  a&oiuwj  where  e'er  tie  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains; 

The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 
[7   Where  he  difplays  his-hcaling  pow'r, 

Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more; 

In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  bleffings  than  their  father  loft. 
$  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 

Peculiar  honours  to  our  King; 

Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 

And  earth  repeats  the  long  4me/i.] 

PSALM 


4 


PSALM     LXXIII.  115 

PSALM     LXXIII.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Afflifled  faints  happy,  and  profpcrous  finners  curfed. 
I     XT  O  W  I'm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind 
JLN       To  men  of  heart  fincere, 
Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And^order'd  on  defpair. 
a  I  griev'dto  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
►     "  How  pleafknt  and  profane  they  live! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death! 

3  "  With  well-fed  flefh,  and  haughty  eyes, 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep ; 
"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  u   In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanfc  my  heart  in  vain; 
"   For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain.  ,r 

5  Yet  while  m/  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 

I  felt  mv  heart  reprove ; 
"  Sure  I  mail  chus  offend  thy  faints, 
"    And  grieve  the  men  I  love.'' 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  fevere, 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 

'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,   what  an  envious  fool  I  was! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft1 
Thus  to  iufpeft  thy  promis'd. graces 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  foul  defpair, 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  ; 
That  blefied  hand  that  broke  the  fnare, 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM 


u6  P  S  A  L  M     LXXTII. 

PSALM  LXXIII.  23—28.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 
God  our  portion,  here,  and  hcreajter. 

1  /""N  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
\JX     My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 

When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord    (hall  guide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wildernefs; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 

To  dwell  before  thy  face.  • 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flefh  and  heart  fhould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5  Behold  the  finners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence  die; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ; 
My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  rny  joy. 

PSALM    LXXIII.     az,  3,  6,  17— 20.  Long  Metre. 

The  profperity  of  finners  curfed. 
I   T    ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  Was  I, 

■  j  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  lee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  fhine! 
a  But,  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end! 

Thy  fancluary  taught  me  fo: 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  1  fee  them  ftand, 

And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  , 

There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  en  did  s  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fart  they  fly! 
Tuft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes ; 

J  Their 


PSALM    LXXIIL  3 17 

Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 
Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 
5  Now  I  efreem  their  mirth'and  wine 
Too  clear  to  pu> chafe  with  my  blood: 
Lord,   'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXIIL      Short  Metre. 
The  myftery  of  providence  unfolded. 

1  QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 

O     Nor  is  religion  vain  ;  * 

Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  *  law  the  wicked  rife, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes. 

In  robes  of  honour  mine. 
[3  Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 

Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair; 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 

And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues 'and  pains 
That  pious  fouls  endure, 

Through  all  their  life  oppreffion  reign!. 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  ;  * 

Their  malice  blafls  the  good  man's  name. 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 
Induig'd  my  doubts  to  rife; 

"   Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  Ikies?"] 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  fufpence, 

'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r 
Did  my  miftake  amend  ; 

I  view'd  the  finners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep  ' 
The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go 


n8  PSALM     LXXIV. 

AnJ  O  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 

That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 
10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  : 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

PSALM     LXXIV. 
The  church  pleading  -with  God  under  fore  pcrfecniion, 
I  "f  T7  ILL  God  for  ever  cart  us  off? 
VV       His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Againfl  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  choien  flock  ? 
3  Think  of  the  tribes  f'o  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood  j 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hade, 

Aloud  our  rujn  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  roar; 
Over  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke, 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  lie  that  deals  the  hcavieft  (troke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  defhoy, 

Thy  children  in  their  neft; 
Come ,  let  us  bum  at  once  (they^cry; 
The  temple  and  the  pr'iefl. 

7  And  (till  to  heighten  our  difhefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes, 

But  all  the  feers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  foul  amongft  us  knows 
The  time  of  thy  return. 

Pause. 

9  Haw  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafphemc  I  g.    ,, 


PSALM     LXXV.  n9 

Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 
20  Canfl  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 

Thine  ho!y  name  profan'd? 
•      And  lfrll  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 

And  ftill  with-hold  thine  hand? 
II  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhown 
In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 
IS  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea, 
By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight.- 

13  Ts  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  not  thou  bid  the  morning  fhine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way? 

14  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coafr, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat  and  winter's  frofr, 

In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 
IJ  And  fhall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft 

That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme? 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  firfl 

Avenge  thy  injnr'd  name  ? 
*6  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  hafl:  made. 

And  all  thy  words  of  love ; 
Ndl  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 

And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 
17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 

And  give  thy  children  reft; 

PSALM    LXXV. 

Power  and  government  from  God  alone* 

Applied  to  the  glorious  revolution  by  King  William,  qv 

the  happy  acceflion  of  King  George  to  the  throne. 
I  r  J  'O  thee,  mod  holy,  and  mod  high. 

X     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife,    , 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

7,  Britain 


i2o  PSALM     LXXVI. 

%  Britain  was  doom'd  to  be  a  flzve, 

Her  frame  diffolv'd;   her  fear*  were  great; 
When  God  a  new  iupporter  gave, 
To  hear  the  pillars  of  the  ftate, 

3  He  from  thy  hand  receiv'd  his  crown, 
And  fware  to  rule  by  wbolefome  laws; 
His  foot  mall  tread  th'  oppreflbr  down, 
His  arm  defend  the  righteous  caufe. 

4  Let  haughty  Tinners  fink  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head: 
But  lay  their  foolifh  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  King  that  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  honours  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow; 
'Tis  God  the  JQdge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  fix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne; 
God,  the  great  Sov'reign  of  the  earth, 
Will  rite  and  make  his  juftice  known. 

[*l  His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 

Of  vengeance,  mix'd  with  various  plagues, 

To  make  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 

Wringout,  and  tafte  the  hitter  dregs. 
8  Now  Ikall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft, 

And  while  he  trarorjtes  on  the  proud, 

And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duft, 

My  lips  ftiall  flag  his  praife  aloud.] 

PSALM     LXXVI. 
IJ'raelfaved,  and  the  AJfyrians  deftroycd,-  or,  Cod's  venge- 
ance agdinfl  bis  enemies  p;  oceeds  from  bis  cbuvcik. 
I   T  N  Judah  God  of  old  was  known ; 
J.      His  name  in  Ifra'el  great; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 
1  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  jufl:  complaints, 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 
3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 
And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear, 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 

And  crufn'd  th'  AfTyria,n  war  ..„, 


PSALM     LXXVII.  121 

4  What   are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey? 
The  hill  on   which   Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than   they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  flopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  ilept  fail  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  Ihy  rebuke,   O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horle  and  chariot  fell : 
Who  knows  the  terrors   of  thy  rod? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell? 

7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears? 
When  heav'n  Chines  round  with  dreadful  light 
The  earth  lies  dill  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes   down  to  fave  th'  cppreft, 
The  wrath  of- man  fl^Il  work  his  praife, 

And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 
[9  Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring; 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terror  '{hakes  the  proudeft  king, 

And  cuts  an  army  down. 
10  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  (hall  feel; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 

But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.J 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXVII.     Firfi  Part. 
Melancholy  ajfaiilt\ngy  and  hope  prevailing. 
I   r~|~,0   God  I  cry'd   with  mournful  voice, 
X       I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  day,  when  troubles  rofe, 
And  fill'd  the  night  with  fear. 
*   Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  foul  refus'd  'relief; 
I  thought  on  God  the  jufl:  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 
3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  opprefs'J, 
My  heart  began  to  break; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbid  my  reft, 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake. 

L  4  My 


i22  PSALM     LXXVII. 

4  My  overwhelming  farrows  grew, 
Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more; 
Then    I   within   myfelf  withdrew. 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 
^   I  call'd  back   years  and  ancient  times 
When   I  Beheld  thy  face; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  with-bold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind 

Which    i  enjoy'd  before; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind; 
His  face  appear  no  more? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  cafr   me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love? 

Shall  anger  flill  prevail  ? 
3   But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought; 

Thy  hand  is  frill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er; 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne, 

And  men   that  love  thy   word 
Have  in   thy  fandtuary  known 
The  counfcls  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXVII.     Second  Pavt. 
Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences;  or,  Ifreicl  deli- 
vered from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 
I   "  TTOW  awful  is  thy  chaining  rod?" 
JTX     (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
"   The  great,   the  wife,   the  dreadful  God! 
"   How  holy  is  his  way!" 
%  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old; 
The  King  that   reigns  above; 
•    I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 

And  learn  to  truft  hie  love. 
3  Long  did  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 
With  Egypt1*  yoke  pppreft ; 
Long  he  delay'q  to  hear  their  cry, 

Nor  gave  his  people  reft.  ^_. 


PSALM    LXXVIII.  123 

4  The  forts  of  good  old  Jacob  fesm'd 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes: 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  that  he  chofe. 

5  Ifr'el  his  people,  and  his  fheep, 

Muft  follow  where  he  calls; 
He  bid   them  venture  thro'  the  deep, 
Aftd  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room, 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fee-, 

Thy  footfieps,  Lord,  unknown  ; 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 
[8  Thy  voice  with   terror  in  the  found 
Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke; 
All  heav'n  in   lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  (hock.   „ 
9  Thine  arrows  through  the  iky  were  hu»Td  j 
How  glorious  is  the  Load! 
Surprife  and  trembling  feiz*d  the  world, 
And  his  own  faints  ador'd. 
JO  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock; 
And  fafe  by  Motes'  hand 
Through  a  dry  defert  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXVIII.     Firji  Pari. 

Providences  of  God  recorded ;  or,  pious  education,  and  in* 
JlrutHon  of  children. 

I   T    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
I  J     Which  God  perform5 d  of  old; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 
5  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known ; 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  rifing  race. 
3  Our  lips  (hall  tell  them  to  our  fous, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 

L  %  4- That 


*24  PSALM     LXXVIII. 

That  generations  yet  unborn 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 
4  Thus  fliall  they  learn   in   God   alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  (lands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his   works, 

.But  praclife  his  commands. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXVIII.     Second  Tart.  . 
IJracl's  rebellion  and  punijbmcut ;  or,  the  fins  and 
cbajftfemetits  cf  God's  peoplee 

1  f^\  What  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
V^/  Was  Jacob's  ancient  race! 
Falfe  to  their  own   mod  lblemn   vows, 

And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his   laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the   works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From   his   revenging  hand  ; 
What    dreadfiil  tokens  of  his  might 
.1    o'er  the   liubborn   land? 
%  Th.  j   cleave  the  mighty  Tea, 

aCety  through, 

i.nd   their   way, 
they  had  fc-ap'd  the  foe. 

ark'd  ''oad, 

of  fhade  and   light; 
ty  it  prqv'd  a   ihelt'ring  cloud, 
A   leading  fire  by  night. 
6  He  from  the   rock   their  thirft  fnpply'd. 
The   gulhing  waters  fell, 
And  rain   in   livers  by  their  fide, 
A  conllant   miracle. 
7  Yet   they   provok'd  the  Lord   moft  high, 
An.!   dar'd    diirruft    his  hand ; 
Can  he  with  brad  our    hoft  fipply 
Amidfl  this  defert    land? 
%  The  Lord  with   indignation  heard, 
And  caus'd  his  wrath   to   flame; 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepared 
To  vindicate  his    name. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM    LXXVIIL  125 

PSALM     LXXVIIL     Third  Part. 
The  punijbmer.t  of  luxury  and  intemperance ;   or,  chafiije- 

ment  and  falvation. 
I   TT7"HEN  Ifr'el  fins  the  Lord  reproves, 
VV       And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread; 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  be  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread 
1  He  fed  tbem   with  a  lib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treasures  known; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down, 

3  The  manna  like  a  morning   (how'r 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet; 
The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 

"  Manna  is  all  our  feaft ; 
ct  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread, 
"   We  rauft  have  fkfh  to  tafte." 
J  "  Ye  lhall  have  fkfh  to  pleafe  your  Lift,'" 
The  Lord  in   wrath  reply'd, 
And  fent  them   quails  like  fand  or  chuT, 
Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  flain  the  reft  leturn'd, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears: 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd,   and  ftill  forgave, 

Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nation    he  refolv'd  to  fave 
PofleiVd  the  promis'd  land.   . 

P  S  A  L  M  LXXVIIL  ver  32,  &c.  Forth  Tart 
Bzckflidingand  forgivenefs  ;  or,  fin  puniflied,  and faint s faved.' 
I    S~*  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 

V_T   By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love? 

There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 

How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be, 

L  .3  %  How 


i20  PSALM    LXXX. 

a   How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jew  ftrgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  ? 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  povv'r,  nor  trull  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain: 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways. 
Wore  out  their  ftrength  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft  when  they  law  their   brethren   (lain, 
They   mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again; 
Call'd  him  the  rock  of  their  ahode. 
Their  high   Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rile 
As  flatt'ring   word  or  folemn   lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  did  his  ibv'reign   grace   forgive 
The  men   who  not  deferv'd  to  live; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  clfe  with   gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  fow  their  flcfh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail: 

The  God  of  Abra'm   lov'd  them   ftill, 
And  led  them   to  his  holy  hill. 

P  S  A  L  M.     LXXX. 
The  church's  prayer  under  affiitlions  ;     or,  the  vineyard  of 
God  ivajied. 

1  /^i  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

SPT      Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes  thy  chofen   fheep, 
Safe  through  the  defert  and  the  deep; 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert  now, 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through; 
Turn   us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray? 
And  wait   in   vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How   long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  burn? 

.   Inftead  of    wine  and  chearful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more.  Pausk. 


PSALM    LXXXI.  127 

P    A    U    "S    E.       T. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thine   hands, 
A  lovely   vine  in  heathen  lands? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  I 
But  now,   dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  morning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd? 
Why  haft   thou   laid  her  fences  wafte? 

.    Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 

And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 
S   Return  almighty  God,  return; 
•i^Tor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn: 
Turn  us  to   thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  (hail  be  iav'd  and  fieh  no  more. 
Pause     II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  in  ftrength  and  glory  too  1 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe, 

10  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root, 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 

The  lefTer  branches  of  the  tree. 

11  'Tis  thy  o.vn  Son;  and  he  fhall  ftand 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand; 
Thy  firft-born   Son,  adom'd  and  bleft 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O  !  for  his  fake  attend  cur  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches  left  they  die; 
Turn  us  to  thee,   thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

PSALM     LXXXI.         I,  8—16. 
The  -warning  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,  fp'mtml  blejjings 

and  pumfbments  . 
I   QING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

O    And  make  a  joyful  noife; 
God  is  our  Strength,  our  Saviour  God; 
Let  lfr'el  hear  his  voice. 
^  "   From  vile  idolatry 

"  Pieferve    n>y  w-or/hip  clean;  "  I  am 


128      PSALM    LXXXII,  LXXXTII. 

"  I  am  the  T  ord  who  fct  thee  free 
"   From   flavery  and   fin. 

3  "  Stretch   thy  delires  abroad, 
"   And   I'll   fupply  them   well: 

"  But  if  ye  will  refufe  vour  God, 
"   If  Ifr'el  will   rebel;' 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 
'•'  To  their  own   lufts  a  prey, 

"   And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  j 
"   'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  ■!  Yet,    O  !  that  all  my  faints 
"  Would  hearken   to  my  voice! 

"  Soon   I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"   And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While   I   deftroy  their  foes, 
"   I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

,{  And  they  (hall  tafte  the  dream  that  flows 
11  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM     LXXXII. 

God   the  fupreme  Governor  ;  or,  Mag'tjlrates  warned. 
I      A     MONG  th'  aflemblies  of  the  great; 

X\.   A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat; 

The  God  of  heav'n  as  judge  furveys 

Thofe  gods  on   earth  and  all  their  ways. 
S  Why  will  ye  then   frame  wicked  laws  ? 

Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe ! 

When   will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 

That  finners  vex  the  faints  no  more? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know, 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  fhall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poflefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with   his   rod; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     LXXXIII. 
A  complaint  r.gainft  pcrfecutoru 
I      AND  will  the  God  of  grace 

J\.    Perpetual   filence   keep? 

The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 

And  let  his  vengeance  fkep  ? 

%  Behold 


PSALM     LXXXIV.  129 

a   Beho!d  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread : 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 

JLift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ, 

And   malice  with  her  watchful  eye 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  bafe 
Into  thy  paftures  leap; 

The   lion  and  the  ftupid  afs 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  flieep. 

5  "  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them   from  the  ground, 
"  Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
"  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found." 

6  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  : 
Give  them  like  forefts  to  the  fire, 
Or  (rubble  to  the  wind. 

7  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  feek  thy  name; 

Or  elfe  their  ftubborn   rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

8  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 
That  glorious  dreadful  word, 

Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  fleafiire  of  public  -worfhip. 
I   TTOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 

JTX   O  Lord  of  hods,  thy  dwellings  are! 

With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 

To  meet  th'  aiTemblies  of  thy  faints. 
%  My  fiefn  would  reft  in   thine  abode, 

My  panting   heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 

My   God!     My  King!     why  mould  I  be 

So  far  from   all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 
3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 

And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft^ 

But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 

That  pleafure  which  his  children  want? 

4  Bleft 


i3o  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

4  Blet>  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  of  majefty; 

Thy  brightest  glories  fhine  above,  / 

And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace; 
Th-ere  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate; 

God  is  their  ftrength ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 

7  Chearful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  (hall  meet  in  heav'n  at   length, 
'Till  all  before  thy   face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM     LXXXIV.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre 
God  and  his  church  ;   or,  %race  and  glory. 

I    /~*\  RE  AT   God,   attend  while  Zion  fings 
VJT  The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings; 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thonfand  days  of  mirth. 

Z  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  boufe,   O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r 
Shall  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun,   he  makes  .our  day; 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  aflaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From   foes  without,  and   foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  with  holds 
No  real   good   from  upright  fouls. 

5  O   God,  our  King,   whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n   obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee; 

Bleil  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 


P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  131 

PSALM    LXXXIV.     1,  4,  3,   3,  10. 

Paraphrafed  in  Common  Metre. 

Delight     in  ordinances  of  xvorfiip ,-  or,  God  prcfent  in  bis 

Churches. 

1  "|\/f"Y  foul,   how  lovelv  is  the  plac® 
lVi   To  which  th)    God  re  forts? 

"I'is  hea/'n  to  fee  his  failing  face, 
Though   in  his  earthly   courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  Ikies 

His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in   upon   our  eyes, 

With   kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 
3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove. 

Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 

And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  fecrets  of  thy  will; 
A%id  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  ling   thy  praiies  ftill. 

Pause. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode; 
When  fhall  1  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And  fuffers  no  remove; 
O  make  me  like  the  fparrows  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait 

While   refits  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  Sin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right-hand, 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PS    A  L  M 


;32  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

PSALM     LXXXIV.     As  the  148th  Pfclm. 
Longing  for  the  houfe  of  Cod, 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above. 
How  plealant   and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are. 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  afpires, 

With  warm  defires, 

To  fee  my  God. 
The  fparrow  for  her  young, 
With  pleafure  feeks  her  nefr, 
And   wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft; 

My  fpirit  faints 

With   equal  zeal 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  faints. 
O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  conllant  fervice  there! 

They  praife  thee  {till; 

And  happy  they 

That  love  the  way 

To  Zion's  hill. 
They  go  from  ftrength  to-  ftrength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears: 

0  glorious  feat, 
When   God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet! 

Pause. 
To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide  *, 
Where  God  reforts, 

1  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  [nine  in  courts. 


6  God 


PSALM    LXXXV.  133 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhieid, 
Our  light  and  our  defence; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fili'd, 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence; 

He  mail  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
His  hand  no  good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 
Frorn^  pure  "and  pious  fouls : 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fprrit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM    LXXXV.    1—8.     Frrjl  Part, 

Waiting  for  an  anfwtr  to  prayer;  or,  deliverance  leguf. 

and  compleated. 

2  T      ORD,  thou  haft  calPd  thy  graee  to  mind,- 
,f  1     Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  : 

So  God  forgave  when  Ifr'el  finn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home, 
a  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  flerceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice ; 
Xvlake  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace; 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PSALM    LXXXV.     ver.  9,  <bc.     Second  Pjjt. 
Salvation  by  Chrtfi. 
I    QALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

O   The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord; 
And  Grace  defcending  from  on  high 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  fhall  afford, 

M  '.    3  Mete* 


i34  PSALM     LXXXVII. 

1   Merry  and  truth  on  earth   are  met, 
Since  Chrifl  the  Lord  came  down  from  hcav'n  ? 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete 
Jurtiee  is  pleas'd,   and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Nov   truth   and  honour  (hall  abound, 
P.eligion  dwell  on   earth  again, 

And  heavn'Iy  influence  blr.fs  the  ground 
Tn  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  Iiis  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  fiee  accefs  to  God: 

Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  flray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fleps  and  keep  the  road. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXXVI.     8—13. 

A  general  fang  of  praife  to  God. 

1  A     MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
Xi  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine; 

Nor  is  their  nature,   mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft   made  fhall  bring 

Their  offsprings  round  thy  throne: 
For  thou  alone  dofr.  wond'rous  things, 

For  thou  art  God  alone. 
3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet; 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
u\nd  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 

In  God  my  Father's  praife. 
4  Great  is  thy   mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall   thofe  great  wonders  tell, 
How   hy  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 

Rofe  from   the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSAS  M     LXXXVII. 

Tie    church   the  birth  place  of   the  faints ;  or,  Jews    and 

Gentiles  miked  in  the  Chr'tfiikn  church. 
1    /"^  OD   in   his  earthly  temples   lays 

VJT   Foundations  for  his  heavn'Iy  praife: 

He  likes   the  tents  of  Jacob   well, 

But  flill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 
2,  His    mercy  vifits  ev'ry  hotrfe 

That  pays  their  night  and  morning  vows? 

But  makes  a  more  delightful  flay 

Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib  d  of  old  ? 

What  wonders  urt  of  Zion  told  ?  Thou 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  135 

Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 
4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 

Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew: 

Angels  and  men  mall  join  to  fmg; 

The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 
5   When   God  makes  up  his  lad  account 

Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 

'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new  born  or  nourifn'd  there. 
PSALM    LXXXIX.     Firft     Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  covenant  made -with   Chrift  ,•  or ■, .  the  true  David, 

1  T7  O  R  ever  fhall  my  fong  record 

JL     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  ftand 
Like  heav'n,  eftabiifh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware ;  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  cav'nant  firft  is  made, 

••  In  thee  Ilia  11  dying  Tinners  live 

"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieft; 
"  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  bleftj 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen   King;  thy  throne 
"   Shall   ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love; 

"   Ceieftial   pow'rs  thy  fubje£ts  are, 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 
I  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofc 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crulh  my  foes, 

"  -And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne,  * 

"  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son." 
6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fmg 

Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King; 

Angels  his  heav'niy  wonders  ihow, 

And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 
P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX.     Firft  Part.  Common  Metre,. 

The-faithfulncfs  of  God. 
I   "]\,fl"Y  never  ceafing  fongs  fhall  ihew 

JLVJl  The  mercies  of  the  Lord; 

And  make  fucceeding  ages  know, 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

'Ma.  X  The 


i36 


PSALM     LXXXIX, 


S  The  faciei  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure; 
And  it"  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th*  eternal  grace  is  lure. 
3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jewish  throne! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 
A  His  feed  for  ever  fhall  pofTefs 
A  throne  above  the  fkies ; 
The  mtaneft  fubjeft  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 
5  Lord  God  of  hofts,  thy  wond'rous  ways 
Are  fung  by  faints  above; 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours,  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.  ver.     7,     &c.     Second  Fart 
The  power  and  majefty  ofiGod;    or,  reverential  ivorfrx^ 
I  "TTTITH  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 
VV     And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands   with   rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word, 
a  How   terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine! 
Where  is  tha  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee? 
Or  truth  cnmpar'd  with  thine? 

3  The  northern  pcie  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporiing  hand: 
Darknefs  and  day  trom  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controu^ 

And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fletp. 

5  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine* 

And  the  dark   world  of  hell  : 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhinc 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel! 

6  Juftice  and  judgement  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace: 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  r37 

PSALM    LXXXIX.     ver.    15,  &c.     Third  Pari. 

A  blejfed  go/pel. 
I   T)LEST  are    the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
Jl)  The  gofpel's  joyful  found: 
Peace  fhall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 
a  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 
Through  their  Redeemer's  name; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  fatan  dares  condemn. 
3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  falvation  gives  : 
Ifr'el,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  Lives. 

PSA  L  M    LXXXIX.     ver,  19,  &c.     Fourth  Part. 
ChrijVs  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  or,  his  divine  and human  sfature* 
5  TTEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
JlX  And  made  his  mercy  known  :   . 
*'  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son." 
3  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race: 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
The  fpitit  of  my  grace. 

3  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's   throne, 

My  people's  better  King; 
My  arm  mall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  ftill  new  fubjefts  bring. 

4  My  truth   fhall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

With  mercy  by  his  fide, 
While  in  my  name  through  earth  and  fsa, 
He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  fhall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  Rock,  his  high  Abode, 
And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

6  My  firft  born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  (hall  fit; 
Beneath  him  angels  know  thez'r  place, 
And  mbnarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  fall, 

My  promifes  are  ftrong: 

M  3  '     Pirra 


138  PSALM     LXXXIX. 

Firm  as  the  heav'ns  bis  throne  fhall  laft, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX.     ver.     .70,  &c.     Fifth  Part. 

The   covenant  ef  grace  unchangeable  ;  or,  affliBion  -without 

rejection. 

1  YET  (faith  the  Lor&)  ^  David's  race, 

JL     The  children  of  my  Son> 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down  : 

2  Their  Sins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 

And  make  their  folly  fmart: 
But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from   my  truth   depart. 

3  My  cov'nant   I   will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in   mind; 
And  what  eternal   love  hath  fpoke, 

Eternal  truth   fhall  bind. 
4     Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more.) 

And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 

To  David,  and  bis  race. 
5  The  fun   (hall  fee  his.  offspring  rife, 

And  fpread  from   fea  to  fea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkics 

To  give  the  nations  day. 
€  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

His  kingdom  lhall  endure, 
'Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  lhade  and  light 

Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.     ver.     47,  &c.     Sixth   Tcrt^ 
Long  Metre. 
Mortality  and  hope. 
A    funeral  Pfalm. 
I  T}   EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal   frate, 
,     JLV  How  frail  our  life,    how  fhort  the  date! 
Where  is  the  man  that   draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 
i  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefh  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry, 
"  Muft  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign! 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  V* 

3  Where 


PSALM    XC.  139 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to.thejuft? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  deeping  duft  ariie. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day,  : 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word; 
Awake  our  fouls  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     ver.     47,  *"*     Laft    **«*• 
As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Life,  death,  and  the  Refurreffion. 
I  HPHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man; 
X       How  few  his  hours!  how  fhort  his  fpant 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave! 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave? 
%  Lord,  fhall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 
"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  duft! 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent,  to  their  graves,  and  turn'd  to  clay? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  jnft? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed  a  heavn'ly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair: 
For  ever  biefled  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  h/s  holy  word, 

And  find  a   refurreclion  there. 

4  For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain: 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 
And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

PSALM    XC.     Long  Metre, 
_  Man  mortal^  and  God  eternal. 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 
1   nPHRO'  ev'ry  age  eternal  God, 
J_     Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid, 

2  Long 


i4o  PSALM     XC. 

3  Longhadft:  thou  reign'd  e'er  time  began, 

Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  to  a  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  (hall  endure 

When  earth  and  time  (hall  he  no  more. 
3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 

Made  tip  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  icntence,  Lord,  wasjuftj 

Return,  ye finners,  to  your  dujl. 
[  4  A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 

Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account,      * 

Like  yeflerday's  departed  light, 

Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 
Pause. 
5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  flream. 

Sweeps  us  away;  our  life's  a  dream  ; 

An  empty  tale;   a  morning  flow'r, 

Cut  down  and  withcr'd  in  an  hour. 
[6  Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet; 

How  fhort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive. 

We  rather  figh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  O!  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  of  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  : 
We  fear  that  povv'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man; 
And  kindly  lenthen  out  our  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety, 

Fits  us  to  die,   and  dwell  with  thee. 

P  S  A  L  M     XC.     1—5.  Fir  ft  Part.  Common  Metre- 
Maw  f raily  and  God  eternal, 
I   /\UR  God,  our  help,  in  ages  pad, 
V_/   Onr  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft  ; 
And  our  eternal  home. 
3  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 
3  Before  the  hills  in  order  ftood, 
Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  cverlafting  thou  a.it  God, 

To  endlefs  years  the  fame.  4  The 


PSAL  M    XC.  141 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flcih  to  duft, 

Return  ye  Jons  of  men  ; 
Al!  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  evening  groan ; 
Short  as  the  wateh  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 
[6  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefli  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares. 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  foil  wing  years. 
7  Time,  like  an  ever- rolling  frream, 
Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 
%  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand 
Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  e'er  'tis  night.] 
9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  la  ft,. 
And  our  eternal  home. 

&■  S  A  L  M    XC.     8,    11,    9,  10,  iz.     Second  Part, 

Common  Metre. 

Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effetl  offva;  or,  Life,  old  age, 

end  preparation  for  death. 

1  T     ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
§  j    And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dud; 

By  one  offence  to  thee. 
Adam,  with  all  his  ions,  have  loft. 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,    like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  : 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  three  fcore  years  and  ten  ; 

Aisd 


j42  PSALM     XC. 

And  all  beyond  tliat  fhort  account 
Is  farrow,   toil  and  pain. 
[5  Our  vital?  with  laborious  fhife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
+  And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 
|^      Along  the  tirei'ome  road. "I 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone; 

O  let  our  fwetet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  rearn  thefeeav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  ac~l  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

P  S  A  L  M     XC.     ver.     13,     frc.     Third  Part. 
Common   Metre. 
Breathing  after  heaven. 
I  "{J   ET17RN,  O  God  of  love,  return; 
Iv  Earth  is  a  tirefome  place; 
How  Jong  (hall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 
a  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafc. 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  (how, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete; 
Then  lhall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  (hall  we  mine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord; 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

PSALM     XC.      5,    10  12.     Short  Mclw. 
The  frailty  and  Jhortnefs  of  life. 
ij     ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
t  j    And  juftic^  grows  fevere, 
Our  life,    how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarcq  deferves  the  name. 
a   Alas!  the  brittle  clay 
That  built  our  body  firft! 

And 


PSALM    XCI.  142 

And  ev'ry  month,   and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dujt. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  ftay; 

Juft  Jike  a  flood  our  hafty  days  ,» 

Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Weil,  if  our  days  mull  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight; 

We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempeftuous  lea : 

Soon  we  mail  reach  the  peaceful  ihore, 
Of  b  left  eternity. 

PSALM    XCI.     i 7.     Firji  Part.] 

Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 
1  TTE  that  made  his  refuge  God, 

11  Shall  find  a  molt  fecure  abode; 

Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fhade, 

And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 
S  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  God,  thy  pow'r 

"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  mytow'r; 

"   I  thatam  form 'd  of  feeble  duft, 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft.", 

3  Thrice  happy  man!  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowlers  fnare, 
Satan  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood*, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm   his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire, 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 

To  fhield  them  with  an  healt'hful  lhade. 
5   If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 

Rife  thick,  and  icatter  midnight  death, 

Ifr'el  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  Ifr'els  God  be  there. 
J?  a  u   s  £. 
7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide. 

At  thy  right-hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd,  Thy 


144  PSALM    XCL 

Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Among  ft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known; 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pafl  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fworcl, 
Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  faints  and  deaths  are  bleft. 

10  The  fword,  the  peftilcnce,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire; 
From  fins  and  forrow  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM    XCI.     9— 16.     Second  Part. 
Protetlion  from  death,  guard  of  angels,  viftory  and  deliverance* 
I  "\7"E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
A     Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place. 
And  try,  and  truft  his  care. 
%  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell; 
Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fwetp  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  deep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  lhall  bear  you,  leaft  you  fail 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftoncs; 

Are  they  not  iervants  at  his  call, 

And  lent  t'  attend  his  fons. 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat; 
He  that  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  let  their  love, 
"  I'll  favethem  (faith  the  Lord) 

•'   I'll  bear  their  chearful  fouls  above 
"   Deftruclion  and  the  fword. 

7  "    My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call ; 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh: 

"  My 


■s 


P ■.  S  A  L  U    XCII.  145 

My  pow'r  (hall  help  them  when  they  fall, 

"   And  raiie  them  when  they -die.  • 

Thole  that  on   earth   my  name  have   known, 

"    I'Jl   honour 'them   in    hcav'n; 

There  my  ialvation   111  a  1 1   be  fliown, 

"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

P  S  A  L  M     Xcil.     Firjl   Part.      '. 
A  pfahn  for  the  Lord's  day. 

WEET   is   the   work,  my  God,   my   King,   , 
To  praifc  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  fing, 
To  (hew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth   at  night. 
Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 
No  mortal  cares  ihall  feize  my  bread; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found 
Like  David's  harp  of  loiemn  found! 
My  heart  (hall  triumph  in' my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and   biefs  his  word  : 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they"  fiiir.e  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels!  how  divine'!-' 
Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high?' 
Like  brutes  they  live, '  like  brutes  tlrev  die. 
Like  grafs  they   flourifi-i,   'till  thy   breath. 
'Blaft  them   in  everlaftin'g  death. 
But  I  (hall  lhare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  freih  fupplies  of  joy  are  filed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  chear  my  head. 
Sin   (my  worft  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears   no  more; 
My  inward   foes  (hall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  fatan  break  my  peace  again.    . 
Then   fhalj    I  fee  and  hear,   and  knov/, 
All   I  dehVd,   or  'wilh'd   below; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  worid  of  joy.  ii 

P  S  A  L  M     XCII.     Ver.  iz,   8<c" '  Second  Part. 

The  icburcb  is  ibe  garden  jf  God. 
I      ORD,   'tis  a  pleafant^thing   to   ftand 
.-A  i   In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young:  cedar,  freih  and  green. ii 

N  a  There 


146  PSALM     XCIII. 

a  There  grow  thy    faints  in   faith  and  love, 
Bleft   with   thy  inhVnce  from  above; 
Not  Lebanon  with  ail   its  trees 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  light  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live: 
(Nature  decays,   but  grace  muft  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair. 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  rtrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with   fruits  of  age,  they  fhew, 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  and  unkind. 

PSALM    XCIII.     I  ft  Metre,  as  the  looth  Pfalm. 

The  eternal  and  fovere'ign  God. 
I    JEHOVAH  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light, 

J    Girded  with   majefty  and  might; 

The  world  created  by  his  hands 

Still  on  its,  firfl.  foundation  Hands. 
Z  But   ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 

Or  had  its  firfl   foundations  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  ftood, 

Thyfelf  the  evcrlafting  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  again  ft  the  fkies; 
Vain   floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Foi  ever  (hall  thy  throne  endure; 
Thy  promife  ftands  for  erer  fiiirej 
And  everlafting  holinefs 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM     XCIII.     2d  Met*e,  as  the  old  50th  Pfalm. 

1  r  I  'HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns;   he  reigns  on  high; 

X     His  robes  of  (late  are  ftrength  and  majefty; 
This  wide  creation   rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'ftablilh'd   by  his  hand: 
Long  flood   his  throne  ere  he  began   creation, 
And  his  own  godhead  is  the   him  foundation. 

2  God  is  ttl'i  eternal   King  :   Thy   foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign: 
In   vain   the  florms,  in   vain   the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  fkies; 

Foaming 


PSALM     XCIII.  147 

Foaming  at  heav'n  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heaven's  high   arches  fcorn  the  fweliing  ocean. 
3  Ye  tempefts,   rage  no  more;  ye  floods,  be  ftill, 
And  the  mad  world,  lubmiflive  to  his  will: 
Built  on  his  truth   his  church  mud   ever  fland  ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,   and  ftrong  his  hand: 
See  his  own  fbns,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  foot-ftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM   XCIII.     3d  Metre,  as  the  old  I22d  Pfabn. 

I   Hj^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

JL       And  royai  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  erown'd ; 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov'reign   might> 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 
%  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  fecurely  (rands; 
And  ikies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word; 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 
"Before  the  (tarry  fky ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roarj 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  (hoic 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all    their  pow'rs  engage, 

Let  fweliing  tides  aflault  the  (ley; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  (lands  on  high. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new; 

There  fix'd  thy  church  (hall  ne'er  lemove; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear 
And  fing  thine  everlafting-  'ove- 

(Repeat  the:  fourth  ftafz*  to  eomplete  the  tune  J 

N2  PSALM 


j48  PSALM     XCIV. 

P  S  A  L  M     XCIV.      I,   2,   7—M.      Firjl   Part. 
Saints  chajllfcd,  and  fumers  dc/lroycd;  or,  infiruFrive  af- 
fitfions.  ' 
I   /^\    GOD!  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V^/      Proclaim  thy   wrath   aloud  ;  ' 
Let  fov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  Clones, 
Letjuftice  irnite  the  proud. 
■2  They  fay,   "   The   Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears;" 
When   will  the  fools  be  wife? 
Can   he  he  deaf,. -who  form'cl  their  ears? 
Or  blind,   who  made  their  eye?  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they   frail  feci   his  pow'r; 
His  wrath   fhall   piefcTe  thidr  fouls   with   pain, 
In  fome  furprifing  hoilr. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  defcrve  rebuke, 

Thou  hafr.  a  gentler  rod; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bled  is  the  man   thy   hands  chaftife, 

And  to  Ills  duty  draw; 
Thy   fcourges  make  thy  children   wife, 
When   they   forget   thy   law. 

6  But   God   v.iii   ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own   promife  break; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 

PSALM     XCIV.     16-23.    fecond  Part. 

God  our  f up  port  and  comfitt'j  or,  deliverance  from  temp' 

and  per  fee 

1  "TTT'ho  W*M  iiy]ie.  an(i  p'caa"  mY  right 

VV       Againft  my  num'rous  foes, 
While  earth  and   hell   their  force  utrite, 


And  all   my  hopes  oppofe. 


a  Had 


not  the  Lord,   my   Rock,   my  Help, 
SuftaiiiYl  my   fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  &  Cihmc  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongtc  t'i.e  dead. 
3  Alas,  my  Jilting  feet !   I  u-y'd, 
Thy  promife  was  rny   pop; 
Thy  grace  flood  conftant  ky  my  fide, 
Thy  fpirit  bors  mc  up. 

4  V 


PSALM    XCV.  H9 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within   my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlels  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  chcar  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  Ikies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud; 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  (hall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  (inners  oft. 

PSALM    XCV.     Common  Metre^ 
A  pfahn  be/one  prayer. 
I   CJTNG  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O     And  in  his-  ftrength  rejoice; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 
7,  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
And  pfalms  of  honour  fing: 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King, 

3  Let  princes  hear,   let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark"  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  Bill's  miift  (land. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face : 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

6  Now  is  the  time,  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft : 
Come,  left  be  roufe  his  wrath,   and  (wear, 
"  Ye  (hall  nofAfe  my  reft." 

W-i  PSALM 


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L«d  P  s  A  l  m    xcv. 

P  5  A  L  M     XCV.     Short  Metre. 
A  pfalm  before  fermo,n. 
1"  f~^  OME',  "found   his  pra.iie  abroad, 

VJ    And   hymns  of  glory   ling; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 

The  univerful   King. 
a  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  hound; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 

And  all  the  fblid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice. 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious   God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  rcfufe 
The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  grow   hard,   like  ftubborn   Jews, 
That  unbelieving  lace; 

6  The  Lord  in   vengeance  dreft 
Will   lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 

"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd   reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

P  S  A  L  M     XCV.     i ',j,  3,  6 II.     Long  Metre. 

Canaan    loft   through  unbelief ;   or,  a    -warning  to  delaying 
fuiners. 

1  pOME,  let  our  voices  join,  to  raife 
V^<   A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praiie: 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King  ;   reheai'fe 

His  honour  in  exalted   vcrfe. 

2  Come  let  our  fouls   addrefs  the  Lord; 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word: 
He  is  our  Shepherd;    we  the  meep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  tp-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey; 
Nor  let  our  harden 'd  hearts   renew 
The  (ins  and  plagues  that   Ifr'el  knew. 

4  lir'ei,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 

Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face;  A  faith- 


P  S  A  L  M     XCVI.  151 

A   faith lefs  unbelieving  brood,  ^ 

That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 
5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  faife  they  prove! 

"   Forget  my  pow'r,  abide  my  love; 

*'   Jiince  they  defpife  my  reft  I  fwear, 

"  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 
[6  Look  back,  my  foul,   with  holy  dread, 

And  view  thofe  antient  rebels  dead; 

Attend  the  offer' d  grace  to  day, 

Nor  lofe  the  blefling  by  delay. 
7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 

And  march  to  Zions  heav'nly  gates  ; 

Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  reft; 

Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleft.] 

PSALM    XCVI.     1,     10,  &c.     Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  firft  and  fecond  coming. 

I   QING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
O   Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  long, 
a  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  farrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen; 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 

The  iflands  of  the  fea : 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  mew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  tfoice  fhall  raife  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
Plow  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  fee  their  judge  appear  ? 

PSALM 


i52  PSALM    XCVII. 

PSALM     XCVI.     As  the  113th  'Pfalm, 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 
I   T     ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 
JLi  To  fing  the  choifeft:  pfalm  of  p raife; 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  (how, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 
2,  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word; 

In  1  Britain   is  Jehovah  known  : 
Our  worfhip  (hall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which   mortal  hands  have  made  ; 
Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright! 

His  temple,   how  divinely  fair! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  fhall  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM    XCVII.     1—5.    Fir  ft  part. 
Cbrift  reigning  in  heaven,  and  coming  to  judgement \ 
I   TTE  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Savionr  reigns; 

X~L     Praife  him  in  evangelic  drains: 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 

And  diftant  iflands  join  their    voice, 
a    Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown: 

But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne: 

Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  furround, 

Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgement,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day; 

Then 


PSALM     XCVII.  153 

Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints  on  high, 
And  ling,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

P  S  A  L  M  f  JTCVIL     6—9.     Second  Tart. 
Cbrift's  Incarnation. 
I    HF*HE   Lord   is  come;   the  heav'n's  proclaim 
JL        His  birth;  the  nations  learn  his  name; 
An  unknown  ilar  directs  the  road 
Of  eafrern  fages  to  their  God. 
a  All  ye  hn'ght  armies  of  the    fkies, 
Go,  vvorfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  grouud. 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound : 

But  Judah   fhout,  but  Zion   fmg, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King. 

P  S  A  L  M     XCV11.     Third  Part, 
Grace  and  glory. 
I   rT~,H1'  Almighty  reigns    exalted   high, 
X     O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky : 
Though   clouds  aud  darknefs  vail  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy  feat, 
a   O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate    ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fname: 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  .Immortal  light   and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in   daiknefs  fown  : 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  (hall  fpring  and   rife, 
And  the  bright  harveit  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  R.ejoice  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ! 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM     XCVII.  1,  3,  5~7,n.  Common  Metre 

Cbrijl's  Incarnation  and  the  I  aft  judgement. 

I   ~%jr  E  iflands  of  the  northern   fea 

J_       Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns; 

His  word  iike  fire  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

■5  His  prefence  links  the  proud  eft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife;  The 


154  PSALM     XCVIIL 

The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  (inner  dies. 

3  The  heavn's  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  j 

The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with   (hame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  their  Redeemer  known; 
Thus  (hall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire: 
His  children  take  their  unknown   flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM    XCVIII.     Ttrji  Part. 
Praife  for  the  go/pel. 

1  HPO  our  almighty  Maker,   God, 

X.       New   honours  be  addreft ; 
His  great  falvation  (nines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 

2  He  fpake  the  word  to  Abra'm  firft, 

His  truth  fulfils  his  grace 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truft, 
And  earth  his  righteoufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  Love  proclaim 

With  all  her  diff"  'rent  tongues: 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  Melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM     XCVIII.     Second  Part. 
The  McffmVs  coming  And  kingdom. 

1  TOY  to  the  world;  the  Lord  is  come, 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  King: 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him   room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fmg. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns? 

Let  men  thjlr  fongs  employ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 


PSALM     XCIX.  155 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleffings  flow 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

.    PSALM     XCIX.     Firft  Part. 
Chrift's  kingdom  and  majefty. 
I  HP  HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

JL       Let  a'l  the  nations  fear, 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  faints  be  humble  there, 
a  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns; 

.Let  earth  adore  its  Lord; 
Bright  cherubs  *"is  attendants  (land, 
Swift  to  fulfil-  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divine; 

His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  mine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name! 
How  terrible  his  praife ! 

Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgement  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM     XCIX.     Second  Part. 
A  holy  God  worfoipped  -with  reverence. 
I   T7XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 

X-J     And  worfhip  at  his  feet; 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 

And  mercy  is  his  feat. 
a  When  lfr'el  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 

He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Nor  would  deftroy  their  race; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame;  Still 


*56  PSALM     C. 

Stiiyic's  a  God  of  holincfs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

P  S  A  L  M.    C.     Firft  Metre.     A  plain  Iranftation. 
Praife  to  our  Creator. 
I  "V^E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

X     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King: 
Serve  him   with   chearful   heart  and  voice, 
With   all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 
a  The  Lord  is  God;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own; 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praiie*  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord   is  kind; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  : 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     C.     Second  Metre.     A  parapbrafe, 
I   OING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice; 

O  Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore; 

The  Britifh  ifles  fhall  fend  the  noife 

Acrofs  the  ocean   to  the  (hore. 
a  Nations  attend  before  his  throne 

With   folemn   fear,   with   faered  joy: 

Know  that  the  Lord   is  God  alone  ; 

He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men: 
And  when  like  wand'iing  fheep  we  ftraVd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

4  We  are  his  people,   we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame; 
What  lading  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

5  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with   thankful  fongs, 
High  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raife; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
yhall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

6  Wide 


PSALM     CI.  157 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth   mnft  ftand, 

When  rolling  years  mall  ceafe  to  move, 
PSALM     CI.     Long  Metre. 
The  magiftrates  ffalm. 
I   "Ji  TERCY  and  judgment  are  my.ibng; 

JLVJL  And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 

My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 

To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 
1  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 

I'll  take  my  counfels  from   thy  word* 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 

Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide; 

No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell   with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

IS  I'M  fearch   the  land,  and  raile  the  juft 
To  ports  of  honour,   wealth  and  truft : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ftilLj 

6  In  vain  fliali  fin  tiers  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  : 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  fhan't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  fhaii  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM    €1.     Common  Metre. 
A  ffalm  for  a  matter  of  a  family. 
I  /^\  F  juftice   and  cf  grace  I  ling, 
\J     And  pay  my   God  my  vows; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 
S  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  make  thv  iervant  wife; 

o  in 


58  PSALM     CII, 

I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there, 

That  (hall  offend  thine  eyes. 
The  man  that  cloth   his  neighhour  wrong, 

By  fa  I  (hood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 

I'll  thrufl  them   from  my  doors. 
I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I   fhall  tiuft, 

The  fervants   I'll  employ. 
The  wretch  that  deals  in   fly  deceit, 

I'll  not  endure  a  night : 
The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate, 

And  banifh  from  my  fight. 
I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM     CII.     i— 13,  20,  21.     Firjt  Part. 
A  prayer  of  the  afflitled. 
EAR  hie,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
But  anfwer,  left  I  die; 
•     Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace,  , 

To  hear  when   finners  cry? 
a  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 
Diflblving  in   the  air; 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  finking  in   defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,   like  with'ring  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceffive  heat  : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on   fome  lonely  building's  top, 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan,    1 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
1  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl; 
There  the  fad  raven   finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  icreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts,  and  boding  fears, 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft; 


H 


While 


PSALM     CII.  159 

While  /harp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with   my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread  like  alhes  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ;    » 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  calf  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  (hadows  are, 
That    vaniih  into  night. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O   my  eternal   God; 
Ages  to  come  (hall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  ihew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 

That  long  expected  day.    " 
11  He  hears  fcis  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And   by  myfrerious  ways 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 

And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM    CII.     13,  21.     Second  Part. 
■  Prayer  heard,  and  Zlon  rejiored. 
I    T    ET  Zion  and  her  ions  rejoice, 
JLi     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 
%  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Thofe  ruins  fnall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  mall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  Itand  in   glory  there  ; 
Nations  lhalE  bow  before  his  name., 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  Sov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes :  - 

Oi  H« 


160  PSALM     CII,  CIII. 

He  hears  the  dying  pris'ncrs  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemned,  to  death, 

And  when  his  faints  complain,  -'     . 

Jt  /han't  be  faid,  "  that  praying  breath 
"   Was  ever  fpent  in   vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  "on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 

P  r>  A  L  M     CII.     23—28.      Third  Part. 
Man's  mortality,  and  Ckrift's    eternity;  or,  faints  die,  hid 

Cbrift  and  the  church  live. 
I   T  T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

A   Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race; 

Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command, 

Arreft  us,  and  cut  lliort  our  days. 
%  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon; 

Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  mull  thy  children  die  fo  foon  I 

3  Yet  in  the  mid  ft  of  death  and  grief, 
This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  afiuage: 
"  Our  Father  and  ours  Saviour  live; 

"   Chrift   is  the  fame  through   ev'ry  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid; 
Hcav'n   is  the  building  of  his  hand; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade, 
And  all  he  changed  at  his  command. 

5  The  flarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 
Like  garments  fhall  be  laid  afide; 

But  dill  thy  throne  (lands  firm  and  high; 
Thy  church   for  ever  mull  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church   fhall   live, 
And  on   thy  throne  thy  children   reign  ; 
This  dying  world   Shall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM     CIII.     1—7.    Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 

BlcJJing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 
I   T)LESS,   O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

Xj  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 

Let 


PSALM    CIIX.  161 

Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join, 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 
Z  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praife, 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought, 
Be  loft  in  filence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  fates 
Our  wafting  life  from  threat'ning  graves." 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years: 
He  fatisfies  our  mouth   with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreflbr  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fufF'rers  reft  : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 
[7  His  pow'r  he  fliew'd  by  Mofe's'  hands, 

And  gave  to  Ifrcl  his  commands; 

But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 

To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son. 
8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs, 

Let  the  whole  earth   adore  his  grace; 

The  Gentik  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 

In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine.] 

PSALM     CIII.     8— 18.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
God's  gentle  chajtifement ;  or,  his  tender  mercy  to  his  people. 
I   '  I  1HE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  ? 
JL     How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace 

He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 

And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 
1  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  'hath  fpread 

The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 

Exceeds  the  high  eft  hopes  we  raife. 
Z  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd    ' 

The  riling  morning  from  the  weft, 


PSALM     CIIL 

As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guiit  of  thole  he  loves. 

4  How  flowly  doth  his  wrath   arife! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies: 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  hum, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn? 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compaffion  fliines; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints* 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife 
With  gentle  hands'and  melting  c\es; 
The  children   weep  beneath  the  frhalt, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

P    A    U     S     L. 

7  The  mighty  Gon,  the  wife  and  jnfr, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  firength  thai   lie   bcflows. 

?>  He  knows  how  foon  or.r   nature  dies, 

Blafted  by  ev'ry   wind   that  flies: 

Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon. 

Or  morning  flow'rs  that  fade  at  noor. 
9  But  his  eternal  lore  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  truth   fhall  reign, 

Nor  children*  children  hope  in  vain. 

F  S  A  L  M     Gin.     1—7.     Firji  Part.     Short  MctK, 

Praife  for  fpir'itual  and-itrnforal  trieft 
I    f~\   Blefs  the  Lord,   my  foul! 

V^/     Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 

Whofe  favours  are  divine. 
;   O  blefs  the  Lord  my  foul.; 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs; 

And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tishe  relieves  thy  pain, 

'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefies, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy   life  with  love, 

When  ranfonVd  from  t,he  grave;  He 


PSALM    CIII.  163 

He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'reign   pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor,  with   good; 
.    He  gives  the  fufPrers  reft  : 

The  Lord  hath  judgements  for  the  proud.. 
Andjuftice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6  His  wond'rous. works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known; 

But  fent  the  world  his  truth   and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM     CIII.  8—18.  Second  Part.  Short  Metre* 

Abounding  companion  of  God;  or,    mercy  in  the  mid  ft  of 

judgement. 

1  "IV  IT  Y  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
J.VJL     Whofe  mercies  are  fo   great; 

Whole  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide; 
And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 

His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace, 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r   fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love 

Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thole  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 
Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  : 

His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 
Or  like  the  morning  fiow'r' 

If  one  (harp  blaft  fvyeep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an   hour. 
8   But  thy  compafllon,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ;  And 


l64  PSALM    CIV. 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fure 

T     R  ^fiRD.\u./erOV'reiSn  King, 
nv      11,?    k       >C  hlS  throneon  high  ; 
O  er  all  the  heav'nlv  world  he  rules 

And  all   beneath   the  flcy. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will 

BJWKyerthe.L?RD'  Wh0fe  ™ice  Y*  h«r, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts   who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  worid'rous  works 

Through  his  vaft  kingdoms  fiiew 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thoa,  m  foul, 
Shall  ling  hTs  graces  too. 

PSALM     CIV. 
The  glory  of  god  in  creation  and  providence. 
"Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife- 
j  When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  rays 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

^\VniipJnm  ryJefu¥/°  th'etune  °ftk'  om  nub, 

oi ,  n7tb  Pfalm,  by  adding  thefetwo  lines  to  every Jlanza,  viz. 
Great  is  the  Lord;   what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honoffr  to  his  name. 

(Other-wife  it  may  he  fung  as  the  100th  pfgjm) 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread- 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed, 
CJouds  are  his  chariot  when  he  flies 

On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires 
His  miniflers  are  flaming  fires; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  ihall  for  ever  ftand : 

Hi 


'M 


PSALM    CIV.  165 

He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 

Left  it  mould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd,    and  the  ocean-fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fweliing  biliows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  convey'd  by  fecret  veins, 
They  fpring  on  hills  and  drench  the  plains, 

7  He  bids  the  chryftal  fountains  flow; 
And  chear  the  vallies  as  they  go, 
Tame  heifers  there  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  affes  bray. 

J>  From  pleafant  trees  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  iark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  : 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praifc. 
Pause     I. 

9  Ood  from  his  cloudy  ciftern   pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the   field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleffings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  grafiy  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  : 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  pow'r, 
To  nourilh   nature,   or  to  cure. 

H   What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce! 
The  olive  yields  a  mining  juice; 
Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  fhine.  ! 

12  O   bleis  his  name,  ye  Britons,  fed 
With  nature's -chief  fupporter,  bread: 
While  bread  your  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Serve  him,  with  vigour  in,  \mir  hearts. 

r    p  a  u  sf  11. 

13  Behold  the  ftately  redar  Hands     - 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands: 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fheker  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on   high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the- goat; 
And  at  the  airy  mountains  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell; 

He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell.  1 5 


i66  PSALM     CIV. 

IJ  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race,  * 

Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  * 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  hearts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  afk  their  meat  from   God; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  beads  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes: 
The  night   was  made  for  his  repofe  ; 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,   that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

18  How  rtrange  thy  works!   how  great  thy  fkill! 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill; 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in   the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in   millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With   wond'rous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  Their  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play; 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  or  man. 

Pause      III. 

21  Vart  are  thy    works  atmighty  Lord, 
All  nature  rerts  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand, 
Waiting  their  portion  from   thy  hand. 

22  While  each   receives  his  diff'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  Good: 
Eagles  and  bears,  and   whales,  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  different  forms. 

23  But  v/hen  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  dying  to  their  di^  return  ; 

Both  man  and  bead   their  fouls  refign; 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  is  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  dutt  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  hearts  a;.,d  men  ; 
A   word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wartes  of  time  and   death. 

5  His   works,   the  wonders  of  his  might," 

Arc  honour' d  with  his  own  delight:  How 


PSALM     CV,  167 

How  awful  are  bis  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife^ 

26  The  earth  frauds  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  imoke ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet; 
Thy  praifes  fhall  my  breath  employ, 
'Till  it  expire  in  endlefsj'oy. 

a8  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 

PSALM     CV.     Abridged. 
God's  conduft  of  Ifrael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt. 

1  /~N  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
VJX     And  tell  the  world  his  grace; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all^may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  paft, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind, 
In  equal  force  lhali  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abr'am  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  bleffing  fure; 
Gentiles  the  antient  promife  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 
4?"  Thy  feed  (hall  make  all  nations'bleft, 
(Said  the  almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan's'  land  fhall  be  their  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 
[5  How  large  the  grant!  how  rich  the  grace! 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  Grangers  in  the  'place, 
A  little  feeble  band! 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  country  round, 

Securely  they  romov'd: 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 

"  Shall  foon  revenge  the  wrong: 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 

"  Shall  know  their  God  is  flrong."  8  Then 


i/58  PSALM    CV. 

8  Then  let  the  -world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

Jfr^el  mitft  live  through  ev'ry  age, 

And  be  thy  Almighty's  care.] 

P  a  u   s  n     I, 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 

And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 

,Mofes  was  lent  at  their  complaints, 

Ar'rnd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  call'd  fordarknefs;  darknefs^ame 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 

11  He  gave  the  fign,"and  noifome  flies         .    - 

Through  the  whole  country  fpread; 
And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rife 

About  the  monarch's  bed. 
IZ  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palace?.. 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew; 
Locufts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 

And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  ftrokc 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd; 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  Now  let  the  -world  forbear  its  raget 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

Ifr'el  mujl  live  through  ev'ry  age, 

And  be  //;'  Almighty's  care. 

Pause    II. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought, 

And  left  the  hated  ground; 
Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A   fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirftt  and   waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  foil' wing  (Ha  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

12  O  wond'rous  ftream!    O  blefled  type  ! 

Of  ever-flowing  grace! 


PSALM    CVI.  169 

So  Chrift  our  Rock  maintains  our  life 
Through  all  this  witdernefs. 
19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand, 
The  chofen  tribes  pofleft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 
SO  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  church  renounce  her  fear; 
Jfr'el  muji  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  tW  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM     CVI.     I— -5.     Firji  Part, 
Praife  to  God;  or,  communion  -with  faints* 
I  '""p'O  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft, 
JL    Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addreft; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  (lands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 
3  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways? 
Who  mail  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife? 
Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftiil, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 
3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 
A  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice ! 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  CVI.  7,  8,  ia— 14,  43—48.  Second  Part. 
Jfrael  p unified  and  pardoned;  or,  God's  unchangeable  love. 
x   pOD  of  eternal  love, 

VJ"     How  fickle  are  our  ways! 
And  yet  how  oft  did   Ifr'el  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace! 
%  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmui'd  with  their  tongue. 
3  Now  they  believe  hh  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow; 
Now  with  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 
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170  PSALM    CVII. 

4  Yet,  when  they  mourn 'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  them  ftill  his  Tons. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes: 
Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  choie. 

6  Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race; 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word, 
Amen  to  all  the  praife. 

PSALM    CVII.      $rft  Part. 
Ifrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Cbriftians  to  beavte. 
J   /"NIVE  thanks  to  God;   he  reigns  above, 

VJT  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love. 

His  mercy  ages  pair  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  (hall  own. 
»  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

The  wonders  of  his  grace  record ; 

Ifr'el,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 

And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 
[3  When   God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 

Their  fetters  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 

They  trae'd  the  defert,  wand'ring  round 

A  wild  and  folftary  ground! 
4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 

Nor  city  for  a  fix'd  abode; 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  afTuage 

Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 
y  In   their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd; 

God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide; 

He  led  their  march  far  wand'ring  round  ; 

'Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 
$  Thus  when  our  fiift  releafe  we  gain 

From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain. 

We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 
»  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 

He  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  ftrayj 

He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 

And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nlj  land. 

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PSALM    CVII.  171 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 
How  great  his  works \  how  kind  his  ways! 
Let  ev'ry   tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM    CVII.     Second  Part. 
CorretYiM  for  fin,  and  releafe  by  prayer. 
I  "PROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

JL     God  and  his  grace  are  fHl!  the  fame  : 

He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 

And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 
%  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 

Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies, 

If  they  rejedt  his  heav'nly  word, 

And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord; 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  lhall  be  found; 
Laden  with  grief  they  waft®  their  breatk 
In  darknefs  and  the  Ihades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  (hade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  he-ad. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ner  through; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  th«  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 
How  great  his  works'  how  kind  his  ways! 
Let  sv'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     CVII.      Third  Part. 

Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned ;    or,  a  pfalm  for  ti 

glutton  and  the  drunkard. 

2  ^7^^  man  on  fooliih  pleafures  bent, 

V     Prepares  for  his  own  punilhment; 
What  pains,   what  loathfome  maladies 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife! 

3  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte; 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte; 
'Till  all  his  aclive  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

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3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  cat, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  oppreft, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  relcas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help  with  carneft  cry! 
tie  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breathy 
And  fares  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'eines  could  efTec!  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  Aire: 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 
He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 
And  let  their  thankful  off' rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM     CVII.     Fourth  Part.     Long  Metre* 

Deliverance  from  forms  and  fhipivreck  ;    or,  the  feaman's 

P'-S- 

1  "TTTOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

\\       His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go   with   the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  pn known  regions  of  the  feas. 

2  They   leave  their  native  (bores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind ; 
'Till   God  commands,  and  tempefts  rife, 
That  iir-avc  the  ocean   to   the  ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink   to  dreadful  deeps  again; 
What  Irrange  affrights  young  failors  feci  1 
And   like  a  fhigg'iing  drunkard  reel! 

4  When   land  is  far,   and   death   is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,   to  God  they  cry; 
His  mercy  he^rs  the  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  difrrefs. 

3  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afTuage, 

The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 

"fis  calm;   and  failors  fmile  to  fee 

The  haven  where  they  wifh'd  to  be. 
6  O  may  the  ions  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 

Let  them  their  private  off'rings  bring, 

And  in  the  church  his  glory  ling.  PSALM 


PSALM    CVII.  173 

P  S  A  L  M     CVII.     Fourth  Part.      Common  Metre 

The  mariner's  pfalm. 
I  HPHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
X       Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fons  of  courage  (hall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  (hips. 
%  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  l\vell  the  tow'ring  waves; 
The  men  aftonifli'd  mount  the  ikjes, 
And  fink  iu  gaping  graves. 
[J  Again  they  climb  the  wat'iy  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath; 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  fhore* 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries; 

He  hears  the  loud  recuelt, 
And  orders  filence  through  the  ikies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  (form  allay'd : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears j 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land;. 

Let  flupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The   goodnefs  of  the  Lord! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways> 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

P  S  A  L  M     CVII.       laji  Part. 
Colonies  planted;  or,  nations  Ihfi  and  pumjltd. 
A  Pfalm  for  New-England. 
I  "TTTHEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 
VV     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  tin  land, 

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r74  PSALM     CIX. 

a  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  Jhow'ry  bleffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  deierts  rile. 

[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  bcafts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bids  the  oppreft  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want; 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful,  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft ;  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands ► 
d  Their  captive  fons,  exposM  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 
The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again,  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  their  dying  churches  live.] 

8  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  providence; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  fhall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Tbefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord? 
But  wife  obfervers  ftill  fhall  find 

The  I.ord  is  holy,  juft  and  kind. 


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PSALM    CIX.     1—5,  31- 

Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of  Chrijk 
OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
hy  giory  is  my  long; 
Though  Tinners  ipeak  againft  thy  grace 

With  a  blafphtming  tongue. 
When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 

With  cruel  (landers  falle  and  vain 

They  compaiVd  lum  around. 

3  Thek 


PSALM     CX.  175 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufej 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  mine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes? 
Give  me  a  foul  akin  to  thine 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  mall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage 
Who  flander  and  condemn. 

.PSALM     CX.      Firji  Part.     Long  Metre, 

Chrift  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted;  or,  the  fuccefs  of 

the  go/pel. 

1  HPHUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

X     To  Chrift  the  Son;   "  Afcend  and  fit 
"  At  my  right-hand,  'till  I  fhall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmiffive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "   From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 

"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fhall  fhew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  finners  crowd  thy  temple  gate^ 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  mines." 

4  O  blefled  pow'r!  O  glorious  day! 
What  a  large  vift'ry  fhall  enfue! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM     CX.     Second  Part.    Long  Metre, 
The  kingdom  and  priefthood  of  Chrift. 
I  r~pHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea, 
JL     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore; 
'•  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 
%  "  Aaron,  and  all  his  fons,  mud  die; 
*    "  But  everlafting  life  is  thine,  "  To 


176  PSALM     CX. 

"  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 
"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedeck*  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  pried  at  once; 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  prieft,  (halt  plead; 

"  And  thou,  my  king,  ihall  rule  my  fons." 

4  Jefus  the  prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

J  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread, 

And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel: 

Then   fhall  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 
6  Though  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 

He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood, 

The  fufF' rings  of  that  dreadful  day 

Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     CX.      Common  Metre. 
Chrift's  kingdom  and  ptieftbood. 
I    JESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J      And  near  thy  father  fit; 
In  Zion   &all  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 
a  What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do! 
Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own   thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronoune'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore; 

"  Eternal  (hall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchifedeck,  that  wond'rous  prieft, 

"  That  King  oi  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man  who  Abr'am  bleft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus  our  Pritft  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above; 
Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  blefllngs  of  his  love. 

6  God  fnill  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

Aud  his  high  throne  maintain, 

Shall 


PSALM    CXI.  177 

Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM    CXI.     Firfi  Part. 

The  ivifdom  of  God  in  his  -works. 
I   QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
O     To  my  almighty  God; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad, 
a.  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought! 
How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  mod  exact  is  nature's  frame! 

How  wife  th'  eternal  mind! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  cnofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure: 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  (kieSj 

Thy  heav'nly  (kill  proclaim : 
What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  lkillj 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM    CXI.     Second  Part. 
The  p.erfeBions  of  God. 
I   /^N  Reat  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  might 
V-T     Demand  our  nobleft  fongs; 
Let  his  aiTembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 
%  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  children  food  : 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  proraife  good. 
3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure: 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  jufl  and  pure. 

4  They 


i7*  PSALM    CXII. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 
Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM    CXII.     As  the  113th  Pfalm, 
The  bleffing$  of  the  liberal  mah. 

1  HPHAT  man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  awe; 

X       Of  God,  and  lores  his  facred  law: 
His  feed  on  earth  (hall  be  renown'd; 

His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 

An  inexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceffive  honours  crown'd. 

2  -His  iib'ral  favours  he  extends, 

To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends: 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind: 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  halved  fow'd ; 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleffings  for  his  heirs. 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round 
Unmov'd  fhall    he  maintain  his  ground: 

His  confeience  holds  his  courage  up  ; 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night, 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope. 
Pause. 
[5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart,  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Tho*  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits,  and  fcts 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd.. 
6  The  wicked' fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnaih  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.]      PSALM 


PSALM    CXII.  179 

PSALM     CXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  blejjings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 
I  r  I  'Hrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
_L     Loves  his  commands  and  trulls  his  word; 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  Ceed  defcend. 
*  Companion  dweils  upon  his  mind, 
To  works   of  mercy  ftiil  inclin'd: 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 
j  Whtn  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
That  nil  his  neighbours  round  with  dr&ad, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  again  ft  the  fear, 
For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 
4  His.  foul  well  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word; 
Amidft  the  darknefs,  light  mall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 
jj  He   hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  (till  before  his  God ; 
His  name  on  earth  mall  long  remain, 
While  envious  unners  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM    CXII.     Common  Metre. 
Liberality  reivard-ed. 
&     TTAppy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
jQ     And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
%  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 
To  all  the  fons  of  need; 
So  God  mail  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleffings  on  his  feed.     - 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well  eftablifh'd  mind; 

His  foul  to  God  his  refuge  flies? 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  hi  times  of  general  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  mine, 
To  mew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord; 

Honour 


180  PSALM    CXIII. 

Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  lure  reward; 

PSALM    CXIII.      Proper  Tune. 

The  majefty  and  condefcenfion  of  Cod. 
I  "V^E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
X     The  honours  of  his  name  record, 
His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs: 
Where- e'er  the  circling  fun  dif plays 
His  riling  beams,  or  letting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
a  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vail  dominion  bounds; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height : 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  bis  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things; 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings.' 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  blefllngs  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM     CXIII.     Lowg  Metre. 
God  fovereign  and  gracious. 
I  "V7"E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
X     In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  ling; 
Where-e'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  let, 
The  nations  Ihall  his  praife  repeat, 
t  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  Iky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefty; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  pow'r  reftrain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 
3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright,       * 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light.  4  Behold 


PSALM     CXIV.  181 

4  Behold  his  love,  he  ftoops  to  view, 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do; 
And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor; 

.Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 

And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones* 
[6  A  word   of  his  ci  eating  voice 
-     Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice ; 

Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pail, 

The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 
7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 

And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done: 

Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs; 

If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM     CXIV.  - 

Miracles  attending  Ifrael's  journey. 
Z  "fTTHEN  Ifr'el  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
VV     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne, 
1  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way: 
Jordan  beheld  their  march  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook  likeTrighted  Iheep,     ' 
.Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap! 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  Hand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feels? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifr'el:  fee  him  here; 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  raourns; 
The  rock  to   (handing  pools  he  turns; 
Flints  fpring  with   fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

QJ  PSALM 


182  PSALM    CXV. 

PSALM     CXV.     Firft  MctFC 

The  true  God  our  refuge;  or,  idolatry  reproved. 
I   \TOT  to  ourfelvcs  who  are  but  duft, 

JL>(     Not  to  ouifo-lves  is  glery  due, 

Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wile  and  true. 
%  Shine  forth   in  all  thy  dreadful  name: 

Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 

Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 

Say,  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long  ? 

3  The  Uod  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,   beyond  the  Ikies, 
Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  (Tones  and  wood; 
At  heft  a   mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
A  Giver  faint,  or  golden   god. 
[5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  their  head; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind; 
In  vain  are  coftly  ofF'rings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray, 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.} 

7  0   Ifr'el,  make  the  Loj^l  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft; 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And   blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

?  The  dead  no  more  can   fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in   (Hence  in   the  grave; 
But  we  fhall  live  to  fing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 

PSALM     CXV.      Second  Metre.     As  the  new 

tune  of  the  jOth   pfaim. 

Popijh  idolatry  reproved. 

A   pfalm   for  the  5th  of  November. 

I   XT  OT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 

i\  Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
jmmortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 

Shine 


y 


PSALM    CXVI.  183 

Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode, 

Nor  let  the  heathens  fay,  And  ■where' s  your  God? 

2,  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court:  there  ftands  the  throne, 

And  through  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done; 

Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  thefe  heav'ns  he  fpread, 

But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made; 

The  kneeling  crowd  with  looks  devout  behold 

Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

[3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  lhapes  of  eyes  and  ears ; 

The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  : 

Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 

They  have  no  fpeeeh,  nor  thought,  nor  pow'f,  nor  love; 

Yet  fottilh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 

To  then-  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold; 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock: 
People  and  pried  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 

And  trufr.  the  gods  that  fews  and  hammers  made.] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd!  'tis  hard  to  fay, 
Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 

0  Ifr'el,  trufl  the  Lord;  he  hears,  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace: 
His  worihip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 

6  O  Britain,  truft  the  Lord;   thy  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  thy  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign: 

Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife: 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live;  let  fongs  arife, 
And  Britain  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  ikies. 

PSALM    CXVI.     Firfi  Part. 
Recovery  from  ficknefs. 

1  T  Lore  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries, 
A     And  pity'd  ev'r/  groan: 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 

I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

a  I  love  the  Lord;  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away: 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray! 

<U>  3  My 


iS4  PSALM     CXVI. 

3  My  flfh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

Aid   I   drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex' d  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "   My   God,    1   cry'd,   thy  lervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  jnft: 
"  Thy  pow'r  can   refcue  from  the  grave, 
"   Thy   pow'r  is  aii  my   truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  lore  diftreft, 

He  hid   my  pains  remove: 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  ioul/rom  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears: 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  year:. 

PSALM    CXVI.     Ver.  12,  &c.     Second  Part. 
Vows  made  in  trouble  paid  in  the  church;  or,  -public  thank* 

for  private  deliverance. 
I   "\T7HAT  fhall   I   render  to  my  God, 
VV       For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  longs  addrefs  thy  throne. 
1  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe, 
My  off'rings  fhall   be  paid  ; 
There   (hall  my  leal   periorm  the  vows 
My  foul  in   anguilh  made. 

3  How  much   i*>  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-ble*fied  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy   fight! 
How  precious  is  their  blood? 

4  How  happy  ail  thy  ilvvants  are! 

How  great  thy  grace   to  me! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move; 
Thy  hand   has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in   thy  courts   I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy   rich  grace  record; 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  foifake  the  Lord.  PSALM 


PSALM     CXVII,  CXVIII.        185 

PSALM     CXVII.      Common  Metre. 
Pra'tfi  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  /~*\   All  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
\_J     Each   with   a  diff'rent  tongue; 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through   ev'ry  land; 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad; 
^^For  e*er  firm  his  truth   (hall  (land; 
^^     Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM     CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

1  T7ROM  all  that  dwell   below  the  Ikies, 

Let  the  Creator's*  praile  arife; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'rv  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  aiercies,  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praile  ("hall  found  from  (bore  to  Ihore, 
'Till  fun  (hall  rife  and  (it  no  more. 

PSALM     CXVII.       Short  Metre. 

1  HPHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

X       Shall  found  through  dillant  lands  : 
Gieat  is  thy  grace,  and  Aire  thy  word: 
Thy  truth  for  ever  (lands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 

And  iong  thy  praife  endure, 
'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  (hade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM    CXVIII.      Firft  Part.     6— 1 5. 
Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

"*■       Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  the#, 

And  have  my  Ood  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees,  my  foes  befet  me  round, 

A  large  aud  aDgry  fwarm ; 

CL8  lut 


286  PSALM    CXVIII. 

But   I  fhall  all  their  rage  confound, 
By  thine  almighty  arm. 

4  'Tis  thro'  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In   him  my  lips  rejoice; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful*  is  my  voice! 

5  Like  angry  hees  they  girt  me  round; 

When   God  appears,  they  fly ; 
^  So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  found, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs; 

The  Lord  protects  their  days: 
Let   Ifr'el  tune   immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXVIII.     Second  Part.     17— 21. 

Public  praife  for  deliverance  from  death. 
I    ¥    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
_L_j     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave : 
Now  fhall   he  live;   (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave  ) 
a  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before, 
Shall   fill  his  daily  breath; 
Thy  hand  that  hath   chaftis'd  him   fore, 
Defends  him   frill  from   death, 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion   now, 

For  we  fhall  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  afFemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM     CXVIII,     Third  Part.     »&,     1%. 

Chrift  the  foundation  of  the  church. 

1  T)  EH  OLD  the.fure  Foundation  (lone, 
±3     Which   God  in   Zion   lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 

And  faint*  adore  the  name; 
They  truft  their  whole  falvatiou  here, 

Nor  (hall  they  fuffer  fhame.  3  The 


PSALM     CXVIIL  1 37 

3  The  foolifh  builders,  foribe  and  prieft, 

Reject  it  with  difdain ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  (hall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood? 

Yet  muft  this   building  rife: 
"Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM     CXVIII.     Fourth  Part.  24,  25,  &- 
Ho/anna  ;    the  Lord's  day  ;    or,    Chrift's  refurrcRio;:,  and 

our  falvat'ion. 
I  r~I"1HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
JL       He  calls  the  hours  his  own; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  thy  throne, 
1  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead; 
And  fatan's  empire  fell; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his-wonders  tell. 

3  Hofanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord ;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With   meflages  of  grace; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Hofanna  in  the  higheft  ftrains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife : 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM     CXVIII.     22—  27.     Short  Metre. 
An  Hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day  ;    or,   a  new  fong  of  fal* 

vat'ion  by  Chrift. 
I    QEE  what  a  living  Stone 
O     The  builders  did  refufe; 
Yet. God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews. 
%  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft, 
Reje£t  thine  only  Son: 
Yet  on  this  Rock  fhall  Zion  reft 

As  the  chief  Corner  ftone.  3  The 


188  PSALM    CXVIII. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes: 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray; 
Let  all  the  church   be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  the  King  - 

Of  David's  royal  blood; 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation   from  your  God. 

6  We  hlefs  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays; 
And  offer  on   thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrihce  of  praife. 

PSALM    CXVIII.    iz— 27.    Long  Metre. 

An  Hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day;     or,  a  new  fong  offal' 

vation  by  Chrijl. 
I   T     O,  what  a  glorious  Corner  ft-one, 

1  a     The  Jewifh  builders  did  refufe : 

But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews, 
a  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes; 

This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 

The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  life. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,   and  faints  be  glad: 
Hofanna,  lee  his  name  be  blelt; 

A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With   peace  and  light  and  glory  reft! 

4  In   God's  own   name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race: 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy  and  fongs  of  praif*. 


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PSALM     CXIX,  189 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

[7  have  collected  and  difpofed  the  moji  ufeful  verfes  of  this 
pfdlm  under  eighteen  different  beads,  and  formed  a  di- 
vine fong  upon  each  of  them  ;  but  the  verfes  are  much 
tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  degree  of  connection. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  -vords,  law,  comrnands:  judg- 
ments, teitirnonies,  I  have  ufed  gofpel,  Word,  grace, 
truth,  promifes,  &c.  as  more  agreeable  to  the  new 
teftamcnt,  and  the  common  language  of  ChrijlianSi  arid 
it  equally  anfwen  the  defgn  of  the  Pfalmilt,  -which  ivas 
to  recommend  the  holy  feriptures .J 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Firft  Part. 
The  blejfeduefs  of  faints,  and  the  mifery  offnners. 
Ver.  I,  Z,  3. 
I    T>LEST  are  the  undefiTd  in  heart, 
JD     Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clearr; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 
S  Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
And  prattife  thy  commands: 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law ; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  (ready  feet  afide. 

Ver.  6. 

4  The   (hall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  (hame, 
When  all  thy  (tatutes   I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

Ver.  11.  118. 

5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  (hall  die  accurft; 
The  fons  of  fallhood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duflr. 

Ver.  119,  .155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are ; 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

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*90  PSALM     CXIX. 

PSALM     CXFX.      Second  Part. 

Secret   devotion   and  fpir'itual  ihindednefi ;  or,  conjiant  con- 

uerfe  -with  God. 

Ver,  147,  55- 
1  r  I  1  O  tbee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
JL       My  gracious  God,  I   pray; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.  81. 
a  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grate, 
Thy  promife  bears  me  up! 
And   while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 
Ver.  164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee, 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver!  62. 

4  When   midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Third  Part. 
Profejjion  of  fmcerity,  repentance  and  obedience. 
Ver  57,  60. 
I  THOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God; 
■*■      Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fufFers  no  delay. 

Ver.  30.  14. 
a  I  chofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
And   glory  in  my  choice: 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 
J  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 
I   fet  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence   I  derive  my  daily  flrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 
4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  paths, 
I  think  upon  my  ways, 

V  Then 


PSALM    CXIX.  191 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Ver.  94,  114. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

0  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord ; 

Thou  "art  my  Shield,  my  Hiding  place; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Ver.  liz. 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil; 
And  thus  'till  mortal  life  fhall  end  * 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fourth  Part. 
Inftruftion  from  fcripture. 
Ver.  9. 
I  TT  O  W  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts 
JLjL     And  guard  their  lives  from  finj 
Thy  word  the  choicefl;  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
Ver.  I  JO. 
%  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftruttion   find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.   105. 
5  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Ver.  99.  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.  104.   113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife; 

1  hate  the  finners  road  : 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Ver.  89,  90,  91. 
{6  The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place; 

And 


i92  PSALM    OXLX. 

And  thefe  thy  fervants  night  and  day 
Thy  (kill  and   po'.v'r  exprefs, 

7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leflbns  more  divine: 
Not  earth   (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  (tars  fo  nobly   mine.] 

Ver.  160,  140,  9,  116 

8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth; 

How  pure  is  ev 'ry  page ! 
That  holy  book  (hall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fiapport  our  age. 

P  S  A  L  M    CX1X.     Fifth  Part. 

Delight  in  fcripture  ;  or,  the  -word  of  God  dwelling  in  us, 

Ver.  97. 

1  /~V    How    I   love  thy  holy   law, 
V^/      'Tis  daily  my  delight; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.   148. 

2  My  Waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word; 
My  (oul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel  Lord. 

Ver.  3,  13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage? 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  ? 
And  in   my  tirefom  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 
Ver.  19,  103. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Ver.  73,  127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind; 

Nor  (hall  thy  word   be  fold 

For  loads  of  (liver  well   refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Ver.  28,  49>  *7J- 

6  When  nature  (inks,  and  fpuits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace  ~ 
Are  pillars  to  iupport  my  hope, 

And  there  I  write  thy  praifc.  PSALM 


PSALM    CXIX.  "  193 

PSALM    CXIX.     Sixth  Part. 

Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  -word. 

Ver.  ia8. 

1  T    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
JLi     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft, 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conflant  fight 

With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  luft. 

Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bus'nels  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  anions  right. 
Ver.  6a. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be;" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Ver.  162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  fhare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Seventh  Part. 

Imperfection  of  nature,  and  perfection  of  fcripture. 

Ver.  96.  paraph rafed. 

1  T    ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
I  a     To  form  one  perfect  book; 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 

How  mean  their  writings  look. 

2  Not  the  mod  perfeft  rules  they  gave, 

Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n  : 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfect1  on  here  below; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  jufl  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad. 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

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i9+  P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfe<fHon  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame; 
And   links  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  antl  love,  and  cv'ry  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth   and  lighteoufhefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Eighth  Part. 

The  -word  of  God  is  the  faint's  portion;  or,  the  excellency 

cii:J  variety  of  fcripture. 

Ver.  in.  paraphrafed. 

1  T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
A-J      My  lading  heritage; 

There  fhall  my  nobled  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmed  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the   hift'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove 
With  every  frefh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broadl  and  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blils  are  fown, 
And  hidden   glories  lies. 

4  The  bed  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  bled; 
Our  faired  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  red. 

PSALM     CXIX.      Ninth  Part. 

Defire  of  knowledge  ;  or,  the  teaching  of  the  fp'ir'it  -with 

the  -word. 

Ver.  64,  68,  18. 

1  np»HY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

_L       How  good  thy  works  appear! 
Open   mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 
Ver.   73,   12  J. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd   by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due; 
O  make  thy  fervant  underfland 
The  duties  he  mud  do. 

Ver. 


PSALM     CXIX.  195 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path   be  hid, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
Ver.  %6. 

4  When  I  confefs  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou   heard'ft  my  foul  complain; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy   grace, 
Or  I  ihall  ftray  again. 

Ver.   33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  (hew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  thai!  rule  my  heart. 
Ver.  jo,   71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when   I  bore 

Variety  of  grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.  51. 
[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now; 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blefTed  gofpel  go 
Whence  ail  my  hopes  1   draw. 
Ver.  27,   171. 
8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach   the  world  his  ways; 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 

PSALM     CXIX.     Tenth  Part. 
Pleading  the  fromifes, 

Ver.  38,  49- 

1  T)EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
JD     Devoted  to  thy  fear; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,  58,  107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  writ  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

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ig6  PSALM     CXIX. 

Ver.  123,  42. 
3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation   fail; 
O  hear  thy  fervant  up; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  date  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver.  49,  74. 
4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear: 
Saints  lhall  rejoice  in   my   reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM     CXIX.      Eleventh  Part: 

Breathing  after  holintfs. 

Ver.  5,  33- 

1  /~\  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 
Vj/       To  keep  his  ftatutes  rtill  ! 

O  tTiat  my  God  would  grant  me  grace, 
To  know  and  do  his  will! 
Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend 'thy  fpirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon   my   heart! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  acl  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.   37,   36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes; 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Kur  covetous  defires  arife, 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 
Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy   word, 

And  make  my  heart  fincere; 
Let  fin   have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confeience  clear. 
Ver.   176. 

5  My  foul   hath   gone  too  far  artray, 

My  feet  too  often   flip; 
Yet  fince   I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Rertore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 
>  Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands; 

'Tis  a  delightful  road: 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  again (t  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM    CXIX.  197 

PSALM     CXIX,      Twelfth  Pari. 
Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 
Ver.  153. 
I   TV/TY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
_LVJL     Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe; 
Though   I  have  fmn'd  againft:  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,  116. 
a  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach, 
Which  I  fo  'juftly  fear; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Ver.  12a,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee, 
The  fninings  of  thy  face. 
Ver.  83. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 

My  heart  within   me  cries, 
When  -will  the  Lord  bis  truth  fulfil', 
And  make  my  comforts  rife? 
Ver.  135. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  fliew  thy  grace  the  fame, 

As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'  afford 

To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Thirteenth  Part. 
Holy  fear  and  tendernefs  of  conference. 
Ver.  10.. 
I  TTHTK  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face, 
V\        O  never  let  me  (tray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
iNTor  tread  the  finners  way. 
Ver.  ir. 
%  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  conference  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  riling  fin. 

Ver.  63,  53,   158. 
3  I'm   a  companion  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and.  love  the  Lord; 

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198  PSALM     CXIX. 

My  forrovvs  rife,   roy  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.   161,  163. 

4  While  fmners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
My  ibul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.   161,  120. 

5  My  heart  with  faered  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word; 
My  ftefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.   166,  174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,   I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvation   (till ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  1  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fourteenth  Part. 

Benefit  of  afflitlions,  and  fupport  under  them, 

Ver.  153,  81,  82. 

1  pONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
V>4      And  thy  deliv'rance  fend; 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints; 
When  will  my  troubles  end? 
Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 

When  new  diftrefs  begins: 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight, 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  oppreft:  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 
Ver.   75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  fcem  fevere; 

The 


PSALM    CXIX.  199 

The  fharpeft  fufFrings  I  endure, 

Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Ver.  67. 
Before  T  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep1  thy  word, 

Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM     CXIX.      Fifteenth  Part. 

Holy  refolutions. 

Ver.  93. 

OThat  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  po'wr, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.   15,  16. 
To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ; 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Ver.  32. 
How  would  I   run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fin   and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large ! 
Ver.   13,  46. 
My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name: 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word  though  kings  Ihould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  linful  fhame. 

Ver.  61,  69,  70. 
Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  125. 
Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill; 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mud  obey  his  will, 

PSALM 


2oo  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Sixteenth  Tart. 

Prayer  for  quickenhig  grace. 

Ver.  25,  37. 

1  TV/|"Y  *"oul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  ; 
1VJ.     Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain   delires,  and  ev'ry  luft 

Turn    off"  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
%  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Ver.  107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs; 
Thy   word  that   I  have  refted  on 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 
Ver.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a   faithful   God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road? 

Ver.    159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart   thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face! 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace! 
Ver.  93. 

6  Then  fhall  1   love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And   ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When   I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Seventeenth  Part. 
Courage  and  perjeverance '  Under  pcrfecution  ;  or,  grace  Jb'ui- 
i,:g  in  difficulties  andtrich. 
Ver.  143.  23- 
j  tTjf"HEN  pain  and  anguifh  faze  me,  Lord, 
W       All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word; 
My  foul  diflblves  for  heavinefs; 
Uphold  me  with   thy  ftitiigth'ning  grace. 
Ver.   51,  69,   no. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  thtir  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feci.  wi'Ji  envious  eyes, 

An 


PSALM     CXIX.  201 

And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin; 
Yet  thv  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.  i6r,  78. 
,3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy   laws  ; 
But  I  will  trurt  and  fear  thy  name, 
'Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 

PSALM     CXIX.      Laji  Part. 
SanH'if.ed  afflidions  ;  or,  delight  in  the  word  of  Gid. 
Ver.  67,  59. 
I  "C1  AT  HER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand; 
X.     '  How  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  conference  to  a  (land, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God ! 
a  Foolifh  and  vain   I   went  afliay 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left   my  guide,  and  loft  my  way. 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.  71 . 
3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  1  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 
Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  that  iffues  from  thy   mouth 
Shall  raife  my  chearful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  weftern  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  falvation   fhall  rejoice; 

For  1  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 


PSALM 


202         PSALM    CXX,  CXXT. 

PSALM     CXX. 
Complaint  of  quarrclfome  neighbours  ;  or,  a  devout  -unfh  for 

peace. 
I  T^HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft, 
X       Pity  mv  futF'ring  ftate; 
When  wilt  thou  let  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  that  love  deceit? 
a  Hard  lot  of  mine!  my  days  are  caft 
.Among  the  ions  of  ftrife. 
Whofe  never  ceafing  brawlings  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wild  lonefome  wiidernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell 

4  Peace  is  the  bleffing  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely    are  its  charms!  • 

I  am  for  peace;    but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arras 

5  New  paflions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong: 
What  fhall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  finite  thee  through, 

Strict  juftice  would  approve ; 
But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Div'ute  protetliou. 
I   TTP  to  the  hiils  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
U      Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  fkies, 
Thence  all  her  hope  my  foul  derives; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
%  He  lives;  the  evcrlafting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood; 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guards  our  feet,  he  guides   our  way; 
His  morning  fmiles  blefs  all  the  day, 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifr'cl  fleeps. 

4  Ifr'el,  a   name  divinely   bleft, 

Mav  rife,  fecure,  fecurely  reft;  Thy 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXI.  203 

Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 

Admit  no  llumber  nor  iurprife. 
5  No  i'un   ihall  finite  thy  head  by  day, 

Nor  the  pale  moon  with  llckly  ray 

Shail  brail  thy  couch;   no  baleful  ftar 

Dart  his  malignant  fire  lb  far. 
5  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 

Stili  thou  (halt  go,  and  (till  return, 

Safe  in  the  Lord:  his  heav'nly  care 

Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  lnare, 
7  On   thee  foul  ipirits  have  no  pow'r; 

And  in  thy  kit  departing  hour 

Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 

Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM     CXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Prefervation  by  day  and  night. 

1  HP  O  heav'n   1  lift  my  waiting  eyes; 

_l       There  all  my  hopes  are  laid: 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  Ikies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  feet  lhall  never  Hide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep; 
His  ear  attends  the  iofteft  call; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  luftain  our  weakeft  pow'rs 

With   his  almighty  arm 
And  watch  our  mod  unguarded  hours 
Againft  iurpriting  harm. 

4  Ifr'el  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  {torching  fun  nor  fickly  moon, 

..  have  his  leave  to  finite; 
He  lhieids  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
Frosi    blading  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickeft  dangers  come. 
Go,  and  return  fecure  from   death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

P  S  A  L  M 


20+      PSALM    cxxr,  CXXII. 

PSALM     CXXI.     As  the   148th  Halm* 
God  our  prefcrvcr. 
I  TTPWARD   I  lift  mine  eyes,  ' 
VJ      From  God  is  all  my  aid*, 
The  God  that  built  the  ikies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made: 
God  is  the  Tow'r 
To  which   I   fly  j 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In   tv'ry  hour* 
a  My  feet  fhall  never  flide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes       ^> 
That  never  deep, 
Shall  Ifr'el  keep 
When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 

Shall  take  my  health  away,  . 

If  God  be  with   me  there; 

Thou  art  my  Sun, 

And  thou  my  Shade, 

To  guard  my  head 

By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from   death  ? 
And  1  can   truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
'Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM    CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Going  to  church. 

1  TTOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
11     My  friends  devoutly  fay, 

In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  Jolemn  day  ? 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  tho  road  ; 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace,  Stand: 


PSALM     CXXII.  205 

Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  (hew  his  milder  face. 
.3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknown, 
The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  "judgment  there. 

4  He  heurs  cur  p^iies  and  complaints; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  Tinners  from  the  faints, 
"We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft! 

6  My  foul  fhali  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains; 
There  my  bed  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM    CXXII.     Proper  Tune. 
Going  to  church. 
I  TTQW  pleas'd'and  bleft  was  ],  * 

JlJl  To  ncar  th-e  people  cry, 
Come  let  us  feek  our  God  to-day; 

Yes,  with  a  chearful  zeal, 

We  hafte  to  Zion's  bill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay, 
a  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 
And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round \ 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To  pray,  and  praife.  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there; 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

He  makes  .the  (inner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  hlefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft; 
The  man  that  feeks  thv  peace, 

s  '  Add 


2o6       PSALM     CXXIII,  CXXIV. 

And  wifhcs  thine  incrcafe, 
A  thoufand  bleffings  on   him  reft! 
5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

Peace  to  this  facred  houfe ! 
For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell; 

And  fince  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
My  foul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well! 

[Repeat  the  fourth  fianza  to  complcat  the  tune.] 

PSALM     CXXIU. 
Pleading  -with  fubm'ijpon. 

1  •~\   Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
\^J      Enthron'd  above  the  fkies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  feivants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke! 
Or  maids  before  their  mifirefs  (land, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So  for  our  fins  we  juflly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  ftill, 
Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in   wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies; 
This  thought  fhall   bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  dtfpife. 

PSALM     CXXIV. 
A  Jong  for  the  $tb  of  November. 
I   T  TAD  not  the  Lord.,   may  Ifr'el  fay, 

JQ   Had  not  the  Lord  maintained  our  fide. 
When  mtn,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelling  of  the  tide; 
%  The  fwelling  tide  had  ftopt  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll. 
We  had  been   fwallow'd  deep   in  death; 
Proud  waters  had  ovtrwhclm'd  our  foul. 

3  We 


PSALM     CXXV.  207 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  f&out  and  ling, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  ftroke; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  chearful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care, 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  Ikies ;     . 
He  that  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes, 

PSALM     CXXV.      Common  Metre, 
The  faints  trial  and  fafeiv. 
5   TTNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
KJ      And  firm  as  mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  fhall  reft 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 
%  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well, 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  does  allay 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell 
Shall  finite  his  foll'wers  too. 

PSALM     CXXV.      Short  Metre. 
The  faints  trial  and  fafety;  or,  moderated  affliBions. 
I    "CMRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
-*•      That  reft  their  fouls  on  God; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode, 
a  As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 
The  city's  facred  ground, 

S  ■%  So 


2oS  PSALM     CXXVI. 

So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  fhall  he  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with   thofe 

Whofe  faith   and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincerc. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint; 
The  God  of  ifr'el  will  fupport 
Kis  children   left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifn  fear 

Will  choofe  the  road  to  heir, 
We  muft  expect  our  portion  there 
Where  bolder  tinners  dwell. 

PSALM    CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Surpri/iug  deliverance. 
I  tirKEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 
\  V     Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  themes 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 

•    fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name; 
While'  we  with  pleafure  ihout  thy  praife, 
With  chearful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When   we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh  fo; 
With* God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joy?  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  fnrrow'd  field, 
His  fcattcr'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will   Ihout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

PSALM     CXXVI.      Common  Metre. 
The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfi;n;   or,   melancholy  removed. 
I  "IT  THEN   God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
VV         And  chang'd  my   mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace   appear'd  io  great;. 

%  The 


PSALM    CXXVII.  209 

2  The  world  beheld  the^  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs: 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  drains, 
And  fung  furprifing  grace. 
$  Great  is  the  ivork,  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine; 
Great  is  the  -work,  my  heart  reply'd, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies, 

Can   give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  low  in  fadnefs  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harveft  come; 
They  (hall  confefs  their  {heaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  bleiTIngs  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  buried  long  in  duft, 

It  fhan't  deceive  their  hope! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  blejpng  of  God  on  the  lufinefs  and  comforts  of  life. 
I   T  F  God  fucceed,  not  all  the  coft 

A   And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft, 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 
S  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 

And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 

Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread, 

To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blefli 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleftings  too, 
If  God  our  fov'reign  make  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends! 
How  fvveet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  I 


S  3  JP  S  A  L  M 


*io     PSALM     CXXVII,  CXXVIII. 

P  S  A  LM     CXXVII.      Common  Metre. 
God  All  in  All 

1  TF  God  to  build  the  hcufe  deny, 
Jl      The  builders  work  in  vain ; 
And   towns  with  oat  his  wakeful  eye 

An  ufclefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning-beams  arife, 

Your  painful   work   renew, 
And  'till  the  frars  afcend  the  ikies, 
Your  tirefome  toil  purine. 

3  Short  be  your  lleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare; 

In  vain,  'till   God  has  bleft  ; 

But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 

You   fhall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children-,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  lore. 

PSALM     CXXVIII. 
Family  blejp/igs. 

1  /~\   Happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
vJ'      Wi&h    real  and  rev'rend  awe: 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 

His  life    adorns  the  law. 

2  A   careful  providence   mall  fiand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleflings  Ihed. 

3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine, 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each   like  a  plant  of  honour  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fhall  thy  beft  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come; 

The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 

Shall  fend  thee  bleflings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM 


PSALM     CXXIX,  CXXX.      211 


'U'Z 


P  S  A  L  M     CX XIX. 

Ferj'ccutors  punifaed. 
from  my  youth,   may   Iii'el  fay? 


My  griefs  were  con  (tan  t  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I   bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  ions  of  ftrife; 

Oft  they  aiTail'd  my  riper  age, 

But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plow  had  torn  my  Sefh, 

With  furrows  long  and  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afrefh, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  deep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with   impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  miichiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll, 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints, 

Be  blafted  from  the  flcy; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  projecls  die. 
[7  What  though  they  flourish  tali  and  fair, 
They  have  no  rcot  beneath; 
Their  growth  (hall  periih  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd   in  death.] 
[8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-ftop  flamls, 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives : 
The  reaper  ne'er  ihAl  fill  bis  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  iheaves. 
9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place  J 
No  traveller  bellows 
A  word  of  bleffing  on  the  grafs, 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.] 

PSALM     CXXX.     Common  Metre. 
Pardoning  grctce. 

OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  dift/efs, 
The  borders  of  defpair, 

I  km 


212  PSALM     CXXX. 

I  fent  my  cries  to  feck  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 
Z  Great  God,  fhould  thy  feverer  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  fielh  could   ftand. 
3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 
For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
[4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 
With  ftrong  dtfires  I  wait; 
My  foul  invited  by  thy  word,  < 
Stands   watching  at  thy  gate.] 
[5  Jufk  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  Bight, 
Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firffc  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes; 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifr'el  truft, 

Let  Ifr'el  feek  his  face, 
The  Lord  is  good  a*  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son; 
And  Ifr'el  (hall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM     CXXX.      Long  Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 

J  T?ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
X     To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries; 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  ficflj  can   fland  before  thine  eyes. 

a  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  Tinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wilh  for  breaking  day, 


So 


PSALM     CXXXI,  CXXXII.      213 

£0  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  trufl  is  fix'cl  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  (hall   I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from   all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  ,and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done, 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXI. 
Humility  and  fuhniijpon. 
J    IS  there  ambition   in   my  heart? 
J.      Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee; 
Or  do  1  aft  a  haughty  part? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
%  I  charge  my  thoughts,   be  humble  fijll. 
And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with   thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 
3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 
Shall  have  a   large  reward; 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  trufl  a  faithful  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXII.     5,  13—18.     Long  Metre* 
At  the  fetilement  of  a  church;  or,  the  ordination  of  a  ?;iinijhr.. 
I  1ITHERE  mall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
VV     An  habitation  for  our  God. 

A   dwelling  for  th'   eternal   mind 

Among  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood? 
%  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hiil 

Of  Zion   for  his  ancient  reft; 

And  Zion   is  his  dwelling  (till; 

His  church   is  with  his  prefence  blefr. 

3  Here  will   I   fix  my   gracious  rhrone, 
And   reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord; 
Here  fhall  my  pew'r  and  love  be  known, 
And  bleffings  mail  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread ; 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 

With  fwect  provifion  fhall  be  fed.  5  Girded 


2i4  PSALM     CXXXII. 

5  Oirded  with   truth,   and  cloth'd  with   grace, 
My  piiciU,  my  rniniflers  (hall  fhine; 

Not  Aaron  in  1 1  is  coftly  drcfi 
Made  an   appearance   ft)   divine. 

6  The  faints  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joys,  (hall  (boat  and  Ang; 
The  Son  of  David  here  (hall  h 
And   Zicin   triumph    in    her  King. 
[7  Jefu    (hall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here  t'  uphold   his  glorious  name; 
His  crown   (hall   flourifll  on   his  head, 
While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhamc.] 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXII.     4)  5,  7,  8,  ij— 17.     Com* 
mon  Metre. 

A  church  eft  a1  lifted. 
[I    \JO   deep   nor  Dumber  to  his  eyes 
Jl\|      Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till   he   had    found    below   the   fkies 
A   dwelling   for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in   Zion   plae'd   his  name, 

His  ark    was   fettled  there; 
To  Zion  the   whole  nation  came, 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch   lengths  to  go, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  faints  aflernblc  now 
There  is  a  houfe  for  (iod.  ] 
Pause. 

4  Anfe,  O  King  of  Grace,  a  rife, 

And   enter  to  thy    reft, 
Lo!   thy   church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and   bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all   thy   glorious  train, 

Thy  fpirit  and   thy   word; 
All   that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch   grace  a  fiord. 

6  Here,   mighty   God,   accept  our  vows, 

Here   let  thy  praife  be   fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy   houfe, 

And   fill  thy  poor  with   bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  ihine; 

Juftice 


PSALM     CXXXIII.  215 

Jurtice  and  truth  Ii is  court  maintain, 
With   love  and   pow'tr  divine. 
8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lalting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frcih.  honours  (hail  adorn  his  crown, 
1  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  love. 
I    T    O,   what  an   entertaining  fight 
1  j     Are  brethren  that  agree, 
Brethren  whofe  chearful  hearts  unite 
In   bands  of  piety! 
Z  When   Streams  of  love  from  Chrift  the  Spring 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
Anl  hcavn'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and   bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On   Aaron's   rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on   Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Communion  of  faints;  or,  love  and  ivorflnp  in  a  family. 
I   "DLEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 

JLJ     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  plcafe 

Through  all  their  anions  run. 
%  Bleft  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet, 
Their  longs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows 

Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on   Aaron's  head 
They  pourM  the  rich   prfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  dirtils, 

And  all  the  air  is  Jove.  PS  JIM 


2f6     PSALM    CXXXIV,  CXXXV. 

P  S  A  L  M      CXXXITI.     As  the  Hid  Pfclm. 

T/jf  blc flings  Iff  fiicnrijljip. 

1  TTOW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
n.   Kindred  and  friends  agree, 

Each   in   their  proper  rtation   move, 

And  each  fulfil  their  part 

With    fympathizing    heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love! 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  fhed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely   lich,   divinely   fwect; 

The  oil  through  all  the  room, 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume* 
Ran   through   his   robes,  and  bled   his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful   Ihow'rs  of  rain 
That   water  all  the  plain, 

Defcending  from   the  neigh'bring  hills; 

Such  M reams  of  p  feature  roll 

Through   cv'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly   dew  diflils. 

[Repeat  the  firjl  Jianza  to  compleat  the  tune.'} 

PSALM     CXXXIV. 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 
I   'VT'L  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 

X       Attend  his  holy  place, 
BOW  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 

And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 
1  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning-light, 

And  lend  yonr  fouls  on   high  ; 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night, 

Above  the  (tarry  fky. 
3  The  God  of  Zion  chears  our  hearts 

With   rays  of  quick'ning  grace; 
The  God  that  fpread  tke  heav'ns  abroad, 

And  rules  the  fwclling  leas. 

PSALM     CXXXV.     1—4,  14,  19— ll. 
Part.      Long  Metre. 
The  church  is  God's  houfc  and  care. 
I   T)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord;   exalt  his  name, 
JL      While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wau, 

Vc 


PSALM    CXXXV.  217 

Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  (land  attending  at  his  gate. 
%  Praife  ye  the  Lord;  the  Lord  is  good; 
To  praife  his  name  is  fwect  employ; 
Ifr'el  lie  chofe  of  old,  and  ftill 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints: 
He  treats  his  fervant$  as  his  friends; 
And  when   he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrovvs  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  the  oppreflors  rod;  ( 

He  gives  his  fufF'ring  fervant's  reft, 
And  will  he  known  tV  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name: 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells; 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

PSALM    CXXXV.     5— IZ.     Second  Part. 
The  "works  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of  Jfrael, 
and  dejiruBion  if  enemies. 
t  f^\  RE  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high, 
V-T  Above  all  powers  and  ev'ry  throne ; 
Wbate'er  he  pleafe   in  earth,  or  fca, 
Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done, 
%  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
The  light'nings  flath,  the  thunders  roar, 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  temped  from  his  airy  (tore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  through   thy   dubborn  land; 
When  all  thy  firft  boin,  beads  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifr'el  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud   Pharaoh's  flave! 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hods  of  hell; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poflefs, 
Whence  thofe  apodate  angels  fell. 

T  PSALM 


2i8      PSALM     CXXXV,  CXXXVI. 

PSALM     CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 

1  A   WAKE',  yc  faints:  to  praife  your  King     '    * 
XjL     Your  fweetcft  pafHons  raifc, 

Your  pious  pleafure,   while  you  fing, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord;   and  works  unknown 

Are   his  divine  employ  : 
But  rtill  his  Taints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,   earth,  and  fea,  confefs  his  hand; 

He  hids  the  vapours  rife'; 
Lightening  and   (torm  at  his  command    , 
Sweep  through  the  founding  ikies. 

4  All  pow'i    that  gods  or   kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him   alone; 
But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  onr  Jehovah's  known. 
J  Which  of  the  flocks  and  ftones  they  truft 
Can  give  them   fhow'rs  of  rain  ! 
In  vain  they  worfhlp  glitt'ring  duft, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 
[6  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  cannot  talk,  J 
Such  as  their  maker's  gave: 
Their  feet  were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk; 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  five. 
•/  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ea^s  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear   when   mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  that   wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 
8   O   Britain,   know  thy   living  God, 
Serve  him    with    faith   and  fear; 
He  makes  thy  churches  his  abode; 
And  claims  thine  honours  there. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
God's  -wonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of  Ifrael, 

and  ffilvatian  of  his  people. 
I    f^i  IVE   thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord; 
VJT      His  mercies  flill  endure. 
And  be  the   King  of  kings  ador'd: 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 
1  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done! 

H,-m  ?ni{rkty  is  his  hand.'  Heav'n, 


PSALM    CXXXVI.  219 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  he  fram'd  alone; 

How  wide  is  his  command! 
3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light; 
How  bright  his  counfels  pine ! 
The  moon   and  ftars  adorn   the  night  : 
His  tuorks  are  all  divine. 
[4  He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead: 
How  dreadful  is  his  rod! 
And  thence  with  joy  bis  peuple  led: 
How  gracious  is  cur  G  d! 

5  He  cleft  the  (welling  fea  in  two; 

His  arm  is  great  In  might, 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  pafTage  through  j  .    • 

His  pow'r  end  grace  unite. 

6  Eut  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd; 

How  glorious  are  his  ways! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro*   defert  groivnd  l 

Eternal  be  his  praife. 
*]  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand^ 

Victorious  is  his  fword  ; 
While  Ifr'el  took  the  promis'd  land: 

And  faithful  is  his  word.'} 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin; 

He  felt  his  pity  move ; 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in! 
How  boundlcfs  -was  his  love! 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from   our  woe; 

His  goodnefs  never  fails ! 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe; 
And  fill  nis  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King; 

His  mercies  fill  endure, 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing ; 

His  truth  is  ever  Jure, 
P  S  A  L  M     CXXXVI.     As  the  148th  Pfalrc, 
I   /^tlVE  thanks  to  God  moft.  high, 
V.X  The  univerfal  Lord; 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  fill  the  fame; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

T  a  %  How 


220  PSALM    CXXXVI. 

2  S°W  mi*h*T.  *  *>'*  hand! 
What   wonders  hath  he  done' 
Xe  torm'd  the  earth  and  Teas, 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,   Lord, 

Shall  Jim  endure; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abide i  thy  word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light- 
The  moon  and  twinkling  flars 
To  chear  the  darkforac  night. 

H:s  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  /fill  the  fame; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  er.dlcfs  praife. 

4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy.   Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 
5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft   the  Red-fea  in  two; 
And  for  his  people  made 
A   wond'rous  paflage  through. 
His  pow'r  and  qrace 
Are  ftill  the  fame; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 
>   But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd; 
And  brought  his  Ifr'el  i'afe 
Thro'  a  long  defert  ground. 
Thy  mercy,   Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

P   A    D    S*E. 

The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand: 


While 


PSAL  M     CXXXVL-  22 1 

While  his  own  fervants  took 
PofTeffion  of  their  land. 

His  poivW  and  grace 

Are  fiill  the  jamc; 

And  let  bis  name 

Have  endlefs  praife.'] 
3  He  faw  the  nations  He 
All  perilhing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  (late 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in* 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ftill  endure; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word, 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  (id  and  death} 
•     And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  p'jtv'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure; 
And  ever  fare 
Abides  thy  ivord. 

PSALM     CXXXVJ.     Abridged.     Long  Metre, 
I  /""Y1VE  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife, 

VJP   Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways! 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 
a  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 

The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown 

His  mercies  ever  pall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  knoivn  no  more, 
3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 

And  fix'd  the  fiarry  lights  on  high, 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

T  3  He 


222  PSALM    CXXXVIII. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night; 
His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure, 

When  funs  and  moons  fhall  fhinc  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land: 
Wonder,  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within  : 
His  mercies  ever  pal/  endure, 

When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  more. 
J  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 

From   guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave; 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his   mercies  in  your  Jottg. 
8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 

And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat: 

His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M    cxxxvnr. 

Reforing  and  prefcrvivg  grace. 
I  TTTITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 
VV     I'll  praife  my   maker  in   my  fong; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 
[a  Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall   witnefs  my  devotion  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in   the  Ikies.] 

3  I'll  fing  thy  truth   and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word; 
Not  all  thy   works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fhovv. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofc; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes; 
He  did  my  rifing  fears  eontroul, 

And  rtrength   diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n   maintains  his  Irate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  ar»d  fcorns  the  great: 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  fons  of  humble  poverty. 

6  Amidfl 


PSALM    CXXXIX.  223 

6  Amidft  -a  thoufand  fnares  I  (land 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  compleat  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  and  from  fins; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes 
Eternal  wifdom  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM    CXXXIX.     FirftPart.    Long  Metre, 
The  all  feeing  God. 

1  T    OR.D,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro% 
I  4  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 

My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flefh,  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftinclly  known; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break, 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  (land; 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  (till  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great! 
What  large  extent!   what  lofty  height! 
My  foul,   with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 
Ts  in  the  boundlefs  prolpe£r.  loft. 

5  0  may  theje  thoughts  pojfefs  my  breajl, 
Where-e'er  I  rove,  ivhere-e'er  I  reft ! 
Nor  let  my  -weaker  paj/ions  dare 
Confent  to  Jin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause     I. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love; 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhuiij 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dweli'ft  enthron'd  in  lightj 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  fatan  groans  beneath  thy  chains, 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  weftern  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 

And  there  arrcft  thy  fugitive.  9  Or 


224  PSALM    CXXXIX. 

9  Or  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  vc  i  of  Right, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknef*  into  day. 

10  0  may  theft  thoughts  pojfcfs  r;y  brcafty 
Where  cer  I  rove,  -where- e'er  I  reft! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  paljwns  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is   there. 

Pause     If. 

11  The  veil  of  night  rs  no  dil'guife, 

No  icreen  from  thy  all-fcarchiug.  eyes; 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Through   midnight  (hades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and   noon   in   this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee. 
Not  death  can   hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell   lies  naked   to  his  eye. 

13  Oh,  may  thefe  thoughts  pojfefs  my  brcaft, 
Where- e'er  I  rove,  -where  e'er  I  reft! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

PSALM    C XX XIX,     Second  Part.     Long  Metre 

The  -wonderful  formation  of  man. 
I   J'T'WAS  from  thy  hand,   my  God,  I  came, 
JL      A  word  of  fuch  a  curious  frame; 

In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  (hine, 

And  each  proclaim  thy  (kill  divine. 
a  Thine  eyes  did  all.  my  limbs  furvey, 

Which  yet   in  dark  con  fu  (ion   lay  : 

Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth   they  took, 

Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
The   breathing  lungs,   the  beating  heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  laft   to  (hew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ihimp'd  his  image  on   my  frame, 
And  in   fome   unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finilh'd   members   to  the   mind. 

r  There  the  young  teeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  pafTions  of  the  man  : 
Great   God,  our  infant   nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife,  P  a  u  s  «• 


PSALM    CXXXIX.  225 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fince  in   my  advancing  age 
I've  afted  on   life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could"  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  fhore, 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I   find 
God  and  his  love  poftefs  my  mind. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  profeft  and  p  ate  tried;  or,  the  he  art -Je  arching  GbL 

1  ~\/t 7  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 

JL.V1  When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will! 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane, 
Take  thy  tremend'ous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought: 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes.. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown   fin? 
O  turn   my  feet  when -e'er  I   ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Fir/i  Part.     Common  Metre 

God  is  every  where. 
I   TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee 
Jl    In  vain   my  fouls  would  try- 
To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 
%  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 
My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3  My 


226  P.  S  A  L  M     CXXXIX. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe   I   mean. 

4  O   won'drous  knowledge,   deep  and  high, 

Where  can   a  creature  hide  • 
Within   thy  circling  arms   I   lit, 
BcTet  on  cv'ry  fide! 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ft  ill, 

And  like  a  bulwark   prove, 
To  guard  my  'foul  from   ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'nign   love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,   where  fhall   guilty  fouls  retired 

Forgotten   and  unknown; 
In   hell   they   meet  thy.  dreadful   fire, 
In    heaven   thy   glorious  throne. 

7  Should   I   fupprefs  my  vital   breath, 

To  'fcap'e  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 

8  If  wing'd  with   beams  of  morning  light 

I   fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand  which   mnft  flip  port  my  flight,. 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my   fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn   the   fhades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee; 
O   may   I   ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.      Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  ivifdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 
I    tTTHEN  I  with  p'eafing  wonder  ftand, 
VV        And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord,   'tis  thy  work  ;  1   own   thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 
%  Thy  hand  and   heart  my  reins  poflefs 
Where  unborn   nature  grew; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trae'd, 

And  all  my  members  drew.  3  Thine 


PSALM    CXXXIX,  CXLl.      227 

S  Thine  eye  with  nice  ft  care  furvey'd 
The  growth   of  ev'ry  part; 
'Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  and  fire  and  "-wind, 

Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  fkill; 
But   I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  frill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, ' 

My  fkfh  proclaims  thy  praiie; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles. of  grace. 

JP  S  A  L  M    CXXXIX.     14,  17, .18.     Third  Pert, 
Common  Metre.' 
The  mercies  if  God  innumerable* 
An  evening  pialm. 
I  T    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
JLi     They  ftrike  me  with  furprife: 
Not  all  the  fends  that  fpread  the  fhore 
To  equal  numbers  rife, 
a  My  fkfh  with  fear  and  wonder  ftand?, 
The  product  of  thy  fkill, 
And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
3  Thefe  on   my  heart  by  night   I  keep. 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

.     PSALM     CXLT.     a,  3,  4.  5* 
Watchfulnefs  and  brotherly  reproof. 
A  morning  or  evening  pfalm. 
I   TV/f"Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

JLYX  Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houie, 
And  let  my  nightly   worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  evening  facrifke. 
a  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rafh  and  heedlefs  word; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path   where  finners  lead. 
3  O  may  the  righteous,   when   I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way"! 

Their 


228        PSALM    CXLI,  CXLIII. 

Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  (hed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  chear  my  head. 
4  When  I  beh6ld  them  preft  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love, 

PSALM     CXLt. 

God  is  the  hope  oj  the  helplefs. 
X  r  I  'O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
X       From   God  I  fought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
J  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break; 
My   God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 
3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye. 
And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  (hangers  part  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 
A  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
**  Thou  art  my  portion  when   I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 
J  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make   my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  almighty  Friend. 
6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
Then    (hall   Ipraife  thy  name; 
And  holy  men   lhall  join  with  me 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM     CXLIII. 
Comblaint  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind  and  body. 
I   Tl  /T  Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 

iVX  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad. 

And  cry  for  fuccour  fiom  thy  throne, 

O  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 
a  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pais  ; 

Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace; 

Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there.  £  Look 


PSALM     CXLIII.  2 

3  Look  down  in  pity,   Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden   me; 
Down   to  the  dull  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in   darkhefs  and  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
The  antient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpie  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpiiits  up; 

I  ftretch   my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee   f  thirft,  I  pray,   I  mourn; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on   earth  remove,     - 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  lave 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye: 
Make  bafte  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefling  pains,  diftrefling  fears; 

0  might   I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  pow'rs  rejoice J 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  foul  on  high; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  mow, 
Which  is  the  path   my  feet  lhould  go; 
If  fhares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

1  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

11  Teach   me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill;- 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  lhall  my  foul  no  more  complain. 
The  tempter  then   fliall  rage  in   vain ; 
And  ilelh,  that  was   my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more, 


A  /■  M 


230  PSALM     CXLIV. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLIV.     i,  2.     Firjl  Part. 
Affiance  and  viffory  in  the  fpl ritual  -warfare. 

1  T^OR  ever  bleiTed  he  the  Lord, 
X  My  Saviour  and  my  fhield; 
He  fVnds  his  fpirit  with   his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Iufhucts  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A   friend  and  helper  fo  divine 

Does  my  weak  courage  raiie; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicYry   mine, 
And  his  fiiall  be  the  praife. 

PSALM    CXLIV.     3,  4,  5,  6.     Second  Part. 
The  vanity  of  man,  and  condejccnfwn  of  God. 
I    T    ORD,   what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
1  J      Born  of  the  earth   at   firft  ? 
His  life  a   fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still   halting  to  the  duft. 
1  O   what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 
Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him   with   grace? 
3  That  f?od  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 
Who  fiiakes  the  worlds  above, 
And   mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
Kow   wond'rous  is  his  love! 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLiV.     ia— 15.     Third  Part, 
Grace  above  riches;  or,  the  happy  nation. 
I    TTAPPY   the  city    where  their  fons 

XjL    Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 

And  daughters  bright  as  polihYd   (rones, 

Give  fhength   and   beauty  to  the  ftate. 
1  Happy  the  country   where  the   fhecp, 

Cattle,   and  corn,   have  large  incrcafe; 

Where  men   fecure-ly  work   or  fleep, 

Nor  fons  of  plunder  break   the  peace. 
3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endew'd, 

But   more  divinely  blefr  are  thofe 

On    whom   thf  aH  fufiicient  God 

Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  beftous.  PSALM 


FSALM    CXLV.  231 

PSALM    CXLV.    Long  Metre. 
The  greatnefs  of  Cad. 

1  lyT^  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
XVJ.  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days: 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  mall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  (hall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream; 
Thy  mercy  fwift:  thine  anger  (low, 
But  dreadful  to  the  (tubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  (hine; 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine; 

Let  Britain  round  her  fhores  proclaim, 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diflant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife: 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds; 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 

Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

PSALM     CXLV.     1--7,  II— 1$.      FWfr  l>a;t. 
The  greatnefs  of  God. 
IT    O  NO  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
1  1     My  King,  my  God  of  love; 
My  work  and  joy  (hall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 
a  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great; 
I'll  (ing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat; 

3  Thy  grace  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  chearful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  (hall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways; 

V  %  Ages 


32  PSALM     CXLV. 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  found  thy  praife. 
Thy   glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  he  known; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,   thy  heav'nly   thite, 

With  public  lplendour  fhown. 
The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy   Taints  are  rul'd  by  love; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom   (lands 

Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM     CXLV,     Second  Part.     Ver.  7,  &c. 
The  giodneji  of  Cod. 

SWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
My   God,   my  heav'nly   King; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoulnefs 

In  founds  of  glory   ling. 
God   reigns  on   high,   but  not  confines 

His  goodneis   lo  the  ikies; 
Through   the  whole  earth   his  bounty  mines. 

And  ev'ry   want  fupplies. 
With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daiiy  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat. 

And  fills  their  mouths  with   good. 
How   kind  are   thy  compaflions,  Lord! 

How  flow   thine  anger  moves! 
but   foon   he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 

To  thcar  the  foul   he  loves. 
Creatures  with   all  their  endlefs  race 

Thy   pow'r  and  praife  proclaim; 
but   faints  thattafte  thy  richer  grace 

Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM     CXLV.     14,  17.     Third  Part. 
Mercies  to  fuferers;   or,   God  bearing  prayer. 

IET  ev'ry   tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
_j     Thou   foVreigo   Lord  of  all; 
Thy   (trengih'ning   hands  uphold  the  weak, 

And   raiie  the  poor  that  fall. 
When    forrow   bows  the  fpirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  diflreft 
Beneath   fonie  proud  oppreffor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'fl;  the  mourners  relt. 

3  The 


PSALM     CXLVI.  233 

3  The  Lord  fupporfe  ©ur  tott'ring  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth : 

Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 

And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  bed  wilhes  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere; 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
[6  His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  fha.ll  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  iliall  fay, 

"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 
[7  My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 

And   fpread  his  fame  abroad; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 

The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM    CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  gcodnefs  and  truth. 

1  pRAlSE  ye  the  Lord;  my  heart  (hall  join 
JL      In   works  fo  pleafa-nt,  fo  divine  ; 

Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleft  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures  : 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pad, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  lafh 

3  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  dud; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifr'el's  God  :  he  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train, 
And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 
J  His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  ; 

He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  fends  the   lab'ring  confcience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

U  3  6  The 


*34  PSALM     CXLVI. 

Lord   hath   eyes   to  give  the  blind; 
The    Lord  fupports  the   finking   mind; 
He  helps  the  ftianger  in  dilhvfs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 
He   loves  his  faints,   he  knows  them   well, 
But   turns  the   wicked  down   to  hell; 
Thy   God,   O   Zion,  ever  reigns; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  fliains. 

PSALM     CXLVI.     As  the  113th   Pfahu 
Flfaife  to  Cod  for  bis  goodnefs   and  truth. 
I    T'LL  praife  my   Maker  with   my  breath ; 
X    And   when   my  voice  is   loft   in   death, 
Praife  lhall  employ   my   nobler  powVs: 
My   days  of  praife   ill  a  I L   ne'er  be  part, 
While   life  and  thought  and  being  la(t, 
Or  immortality  endures. 
1  Why   fbouid   I  make  a  man  my  truf.1  ? 
Princes  mufl  die  and   turn   to  duft; 

Vain   is  the  help  of  fLlh  and   blood; 
Their  breath   departs,   their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all   varum  in   an   hour,' 
Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy   the   man    whofe   hopes  rely 
On    Ifr'el's  God:    iie  made  the  fky, 

And  earth  and  feas,   with   all  their  train; 
His  truth    To;-  ever  {lands  fecure; 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And   none   (hall  find  his  pmmife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath   eyes  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking   mind; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confeience  peace:, 
He  helps  the  ftianger  in   diftrtfs, 
The  widow  and  the  fathcrlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ners  fwect   releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  Jain's,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked   down   to  hell: 

Thy   God,   O   Zion,   ever   reigns: 
Let  tv'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage: 

Praife  him   in    everlafting  .trains. 

6  I'll   praife  him   while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And   when   my  voice  is  loft  in   death, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs :  My 


PSALM     CXLVII.  235 

My  nays  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pa  ft, 
While   life  and  thought  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM     CXLVII.     Firfl  Part. 
The  divine  nature,   providence  and  grace. 

1  T)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord:   'tis  good  to  raife 
JL      Our  hearts  and  voices  in   his  piaife; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name; 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole, 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names; 
His  wifdom's  vaft,   and  knows   no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite; 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 
Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,   exalt  him  high, 

Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  iky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain> 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  cern ; 
The   beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creatures  (kill  or  force, 
The  forightly  man,  the  warlike  horfe? 
The  nimble  wit,  the  adlive  limb, 

All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in   his  fight; 
He  views  his  children   with   delight; 

He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear; 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 


P  S  A  L  M 


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PSALM     CXLVII. 


PSALM     CXLVII.     Second  Part. 

Summer  and  winter. 

A  Jong  for  Great-Britain. 

1  (~\   Britain,  praife  thy  mighty  God, 

V_y     And  make  his  honours  known  abroad; 
He  bid  the  ocean  round  the  flow; 
Not   bars  of  brafs  could  guard  thee  Co. 

2  Thy  children  are  fecure  and  bled; 
Thy  fhores  have  peace,  thy  cities  reft: 
He  feeds  thy  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
A iid  adds  his  bleffing  to  their  meat. 

3  Thy  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends. 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  (trows  the  ground; 
His  hail  defcends  with  clatt'ring  found; 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold, 
That  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  fouthern  breezes  blow; 
The  ice  dilTolves,  the  waters  flow; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  the  Britons  to  his  praife. 

6  To  all  the  ifles  his  laws  arc  (hown; 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known : 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land:  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXLVII.    7—9,  13—18.     Common  Metre. 

The  feafons  of  the  year. 
I    tTTlTH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
VV       Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  vail  the  fky. 
%  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleffing  down 
To  ctiear  the  plains  below; 
He  makes  the  giafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn   in   vallies  grow. 
3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry; 
But  man  who  taltes  his  fineft  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  Hif 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  237 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  ihort  his  race, 
And   wintry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  frolt,  his  fleecy  fnowr 

Detcend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  frreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  letters  bound. 

6  When  from   his  dreadful  fiores  on   high, 

He  pours  the  rattling  hail, 
The  wretch  who  dares  his  God  defy, 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  lends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  ho  longer  mourn; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  fpring  return. 
$  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word: 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLVIII.     Proper  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  ",V7"E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

A     With  heav'n  and  earth,  and  Teas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy   throng 

Of  angels  bright, 

In   worlds  of  light 

Begin   the  fong. 

2  Thou  fun   with   dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shihe  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With   itars  of  twinkling  light* 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In   empty   air. 

3  The   fnining   worlds  above 
In   glorious   order  fland, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
Ey  his  fupreme  command, 

He 


238 


PSALM    CXLVIII. 


He  fpake  the  word, 

%|>  And  all  their  frame 

From  nothing"  came 

To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels, 
In  unknown  ages  part, 

And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

In  diff'rent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

P    A    V    9    K. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fifh  that  cleave  the  ieas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep, 

From  fea  and  ihore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  (till  difplay 
Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  Ihine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies, 
With   lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  hear; 

Beafts  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies  and  worms, 
In  various  forms 
Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings  and  judges  fear 
The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fing  : 

Nor  let  the,  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  flate 

Make  you  forget 

His  pow'r  fuprcme.  o  Virgins 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  239 

9  Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join  : 

Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  (trains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  l 

While  earth  and  (ky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  (hall  raife 
His  honours  high. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.     Paraphrafed  in  Long  Metre. 

Univerfal  praife  to  God, 
I   T    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

I  1  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note,  This  pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the  old  ll%tli 
or  xzyth  pfalm,   if  thefe  two  lines  be  added  to  every 
flanzay  viz. 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praife. 
Other-wife  it  muji  be  Jung  to  the  ufual  tunes  of  the  long 
metre. 
l  The  Lord!  how  abfolute  he  reigns! 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend   the  knee; 
Sing  of  his  love  in   heav'nly  drains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  (hining  blifs; 

Fly  through  the  'world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his.    * 

4  Awake  ye  temptfts,  and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare; 
And  the  fweet.  whifper  of  his  name  * 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let 


24o  PSALM     CXLVII1. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join   their  praife  with   blazing  fire; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and   rolling  fea, 

In   this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim   his  (kill : 
Vallics  lie   low  before  his  eyes; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  fky. 

7  Ye  flubborn  oaks,  and  (lately  pines, 
Bend  your  high   branches,   and  adore; 
Praife  him,  ye  beads,  in   dirf'rent  drains; 
The   lamb  mull  bleat,   the  lion  roar. 

8  Birds,  ye  mult  make  his  praife  your  theme, 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  you: 

While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  the  dream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 
o,  Mortals,   can   you   refrain   your  tongue, 
When   nature  all  around  you  fings; 
O  for  a  (hout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings! 

10  Wide  as  his  vad  dominion  lies 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  (hout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

11  Jehovah!   'tis  a   glorious   word, 

O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue! 
But  faints  who  bed  have  known  the  LorJ, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  noblcfl  fong. 
1%  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which   Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord: 
From  all   below,   and   all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLVIII.      Short  Metre 
Vniverfal  praife. 

1  T   WY  ev'ry  creature  join 

-^     To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hods,  the  fong  begin, 
And  fouwd  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun,   with   golden   beams, 

And   moon   with  paler  rays,    . 
Ye  darry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praile. 

3  He 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  241 

3  He  built  thofe  worids  above, 
And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame; 

By  his  command  they  (land  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 
Or  fail  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow,. 

Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  fkics, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 
Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  wori. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 
His  honours  be  expreft; 

But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause     I. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
They  owe  their  Maker  praife; 

Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 

And  monfters  of  the  feas. 
3  From  mountains  near  the  fky 

Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high, 

And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  hearts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 
On  high  his  praifes  bear  ; 

Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

11  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 
His  various  wifdom  fhow, 

And  flies  in  all  your  fhining  fwarms, 
Praife  him  that  dreft  you  fo. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  expreft, 

But  faints  that  know  his  heav'nly  gracs, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 
Pause    [J. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  the  eternal  King: 

X  Judges. 


242  PSALM     CXLIX. 

Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high; 

While  growing  habes  and  with'ring  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife; 
God  is  the  Lord;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join   with  art, 
And  all  pronounce  him   blefr, 

But  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Should  fmg  his  praifes  bell. 

PSALM     CXLTX. 
Praife  God  all  bis  faints;  or,  the  faints  judging  the  ix>«rld. 
I      A   LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
J-~V-      And  let  your  fongs  be  new; 
Amidft  the  church  with  chearful  voice 
His  latter  wonders  fhew. 
%  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fmg; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  lakes  pleafure  in  the  j&ft:, 

Whom    finners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The   meek   that  lie  opprelVd  in  dull 
Salvation   fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  fhall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

Ev'n   on   a  dying  bed: 
And   like  the  fouls  in   glory  fmg, 
For  God  (hall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  iiis  high   praife  fhall  fill  their  tongue?, 

Their  hands  (hall  wield  the  fword; 
And   vengeance  (hall  attend  their  fongs; 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When   Chrifi   his  judgment  feat  afcends, 

And   bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepur'd  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  (hall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  : 

And 


PSALM    CL.  243 

And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 

On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 
8  The  royal  Tinners  hound  in   chains 

New  triumphs  (hall  afford ; 
Such  honour  tor  the  faints  remains: 

Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CL.     1,  %,  6. 
':    A  Jong  of  praife. 
I  TN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife* 
A     His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  giory  dwells, 
a  Let  all  your  facred  paflions  move, 
While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds; 
But  the  greaj>vvcrk  of  faving  hove 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 
3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  bled; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  mail  praife  him  heft. 


The  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One,. 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre* 
F   ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
-^     And  Sprit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre,  -where  the  tune  includes  two  fianzat- 
I. 

THE   God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from   death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 

x  a  H 


244  DOXOLOGIES. 

ii. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  fpirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And   faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  .praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The   Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  aSid  heav'n. 

As  the  I42th  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife: 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fmg, 
While  faith  adores. 


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A  Table  to  find  any  Pfalm,  or  Part  of  a  Pfalm,  by 

the  firft  Line  of  it.  Page. 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice  24a 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fkies  19 

Amidft  thy  wrath  remember  love  66 

Among  th'  affemblies  of  the  great  128 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  134 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  128 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools  90 

Are  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  26 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  3° 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King  218 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  fky  35 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love  60 

Behold  the  morning  fun  36 

Behold  the  fure  Foundation-ftone  186 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord  195 

Blefs,   O   my  foul,  the  living  God  16c 

Bleft  are  the  fons  of  peace  215 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know  137 

Bleft  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart  187 

Bleft  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft  54 

Bleft  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move  71 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place  7 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  55 

CHILDREN  in  years  and  knowledge  young         58 

Come,  children  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  59 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  150 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad  ibid.. 

Confidet  all  my  forrows,  Lord  198 

DAVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  40 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  IIO 

EARLY,  my  God  without  delay  96 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God  155 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known  79 

Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  201 

Father,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  109 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  207 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright  51 

Fools  in  their  heart  believe  and  fay  25 

For  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord  230 

For  ever  mall  my  fong  record  135 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  171 

v  m. 


2+6  A     TABLE. 

>Yom  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies  Page  l8j 

From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  212 

GIVE   thanks  to   God;   he  reigns  above  170 

Give  thanks  to  God:  invoke  his  name  167 

Give  thanks  to  God  mod  high  219 

Give  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord  218 

Give  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife  221 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame  50 

God  in   his  earthly  temple  lays  134 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  76 

God  my  fupporter  and  my  hope  1 16 

God  of  eternal  love  169 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  HZ 

God  of  my  life  look  gently  down  68 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife  I74 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King  102 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  fings  130 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove  125 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  98 

Great  God,  the  heav'ns  well-order'd  frame  37 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfai  fway  113 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  217 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might  177 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  78 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifr'el  I26 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifr'el  fay  206 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  179 

Happy  the  city  where  their  fons  23° 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God  S3 
Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  I58 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid  137 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail    _  23 

He  reigns;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  152 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God  I43 

High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  61 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  122 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  204 

How  fad  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife  28 

How   hng,   O  Lord,   will  1   complain  24 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  25 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  129 

How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee  216 

How  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I  205 

How  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  191 


A     TABLE.  247 

JEHOVAH  reigns:  he  dwells  in  light  Page  146 

Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  1 7<> 

Jefus  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun  H4 

If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  20? 

If  God  to  build  the  bonfe  deny  210 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God  '    46 

I'll  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  5& 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  29I 

I'll  fpeak  the  honour  of  my  King  74 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries  183 

In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  225 

In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not  15 

In   God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  243 

In  Judah,   God  of  old  was  known  120 

Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth  51 

Joy  to  the  world;  the  Lord  is  come  1 54 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face  30 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  213 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  160 

Judge  me,    O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  48 

Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  94 

Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  32 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  68 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  50 

T  ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  1 53 

-*-1  Let  all  the  heathen   writers  join  193 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  123 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join  240 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  232 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  might  105 

Let  finners  take  their  courie.  92 

Let  Zion  in   her  King  rejoice  77 

Let  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice  IJ9 

Long  as  I  live,  I'll  blefs  thy  name-  %$i 

Lord,  haft  thou  caft  the  nation  off  95 

Lord,  I  am  thine;  but  thou  wilt  prove.  31 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  88 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes  15 

Lord,   I  efteem  thy  judgments  right  193 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  ofcr  faults  I4I 

Lord,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear  213 

Lord.   I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  194 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear  14 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  57 

Lord, 


248  A     T  A  B  L  E. 

Lord,   I   will  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs  Page  89 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above  132 

Lord,  thou  haft  call  d  thy  grace  to  mind  133 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry  186 
Lord,  thou  haft  fcarch'd  and  feen  me  through         223 

Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foal  fincere  31 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when   I   pray  14 

Lord,   'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand  145 

Lord,   we  have  heard  thy   works  of  old  72 

I  ord,  what  a  feeble  piece  142 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  116 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  330 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft  19 

Lord,   when   I  oount  thy  mercies  o'er  227 

Lord,   when  thou  didft  afcend  on   high  106 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  239 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Corncr-ftone  188 

Lo,   what  an  entertaining  fight  215 

MAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord  9 

Mercy-  and  judgment  are  my  fong  158 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defire  47 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  227 

My   God,  confider  my  diftrefs  1 97 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  12 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  93 

My  God,  my  everlafting  hope  III 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  231 

L.      God,  permit  my  tongue  98 

My   God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men  6$ 

My   God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  225 

My  heart  rejoices  in   thy  name  52 

My  nev<   -ceafmg  fongs  fhall  (how  135 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  22 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  228 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  73 

My  Saviour,   my  almighty  friend  112 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  43 

IsLy  Shepherd  will   fupply  my  ne«d  44 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  I31 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  200 

My  foul  repeat  his  praife  163 

My  foul,  thy  gvcat    Creator  praife  164 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  96 

My  fpirit  fmks  within  me,  Lord  72 

My  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  friend  16 


A    T  A  B  L  E:  249 

NO  flecp  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes  Page  214 

Not  to  our  names  thou  only  juft  and  true     182 

Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft  ibid. 

Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing  75 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  4a 

Now  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind  115 

Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear  l83 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  4a 

Now  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace  39 

Now  plead  my  caufe,  almighty   God  60 

Now  fhiall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  1 04 

OAll  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord  185 

O  Netted  fouls  are  they  53 

O   blefs  the  Lord,   my  foul  162 

O  Britain,  praife  thy  mighty  God  236 

Of  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fmg  157 

O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  77 

O  God,  my  Refuge,  hear  my  cries  91 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs  1 3 

O  God  of  mercy,   hear  my  call  90 

O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs  I48 

O  happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd  210 

O  happy  nation  where  the  Lord  56 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  19a 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  1 3 

O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King  27 

O  Lord,  our  God,  how  wond'rous  great  28 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  196 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour  199 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry  88 

O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reigns  206 

O  thou  whofe  juftice  leigns  on   high  92 

Our  God,  our  help  in   ages  paft  I40 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs.  211 

O  what  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe.  124 

PRAISE  waits  in   Zion,   Lord,  for  thee  101 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  216 

Praife  ye  the  Lord;   my  heart  fhall  join  233 

Praife  ye  the  Lord ;   'tis  good  to  raife  235 

Preferve  me  Lord,  in  time  of  need  38 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  55 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate  1 38 

Return,  O  God  of  Love,  return  142 

SAL- 


a5o  A     T  A  B  L  E. 

SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh  Page  133 

Save  me,   O   God ;   the  fwelling  floods  '     107 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  29 

See  what  a  living  Stone  187 

Shew  pity,  Lord;  ()   Lord,   forgive  87 

Shine,   mighty   God,  on  Britain   fhine  104 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,   to  the  Lord  103 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  127 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  149 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  156 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands  151 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  177 

Soon  as   I  heard  my  Father  fay  49 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  1 1 7 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace  288 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  145 

TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  67 

Th'   Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  IJ3 

That  man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  awe  178 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  45 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength  32 

The  Lord  Jehovah   reigns  I47 

The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth  85 

•The  God  of  our  falvatioti  hears  ICO 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,   Lord  37 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  75 

The  King,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife  39- 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  185 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  161 

The  Lord  Jehovah   reigns  155 

The  Lord  is  come:   the  heav'ns  proclaim  153 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  44 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  49 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  146 

The  Lord,  the  Judge  before  his  throne  81 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  83 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign   King  164 
The  Lord,  the  Sov'reign  fends  his  fummons  forth     83 

The  man  is  ever   bled  8 

The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee  09 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  70 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  139 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  187 

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The  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  Page  45 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  190 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  hleft  202, 

Through  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  139 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  179 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord  67 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  %% 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  69 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake  175 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  ibid. 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,   O  Lord  194 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord  *8j 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  173 

'Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand  IOZ 

To   God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  121 

To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known  228 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleft  169 

To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  203 

To  our  almighty  Maker  God  154 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light  190 

To  thee,  moft  holy,  and  mod  high  I19 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  34 

'Twas  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God  IIO 

'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,   I  came  22-4 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  97 

TTAI'N  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent  171 

V     Unfnaken  as  the  facred  hills  207 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifr'el  fay  211 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift   mine  eyes  202 

Upward  1   lift  mine  eyes  204. 

WE  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good  106 

We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  34 

What  mail  I  render  to  my  God  184 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  ihall  defcend  82 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong  29 

When  God  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  173 

When  God  reitor'd  our  captive  Irate  208 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  ibid. 

When  Ifr'el  freed  from  Pharoah's  band  281 

When  Ifr'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves  12$ 

Wnen  I  with  pleafmg  wonder  (land  226 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  63 

When  overwhelm'd  with  grief  95 

When 


252  A    T  A  B  L  E. 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord  Pa%e  400 

When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  ao 

Where  (hall  the  man  be  found  49 

Where  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  4*3 

While  I  keep  filence  and  conceal  54 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  6x 

Who  mall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place  27 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill  iM* 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  14° 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  II 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  1° 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  64 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  °I 

Why  doth  the  Lord  ftand  off  fo  far  21 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  79 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  5° 

Why  (hould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret  <>3 

Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  off  n8 

With  all  my  powr's  of  heart  and  tongue  22Z 

With  earnefl:  longings  of  the  mind  7r 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  410 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  197 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear  13^ 

With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud  236 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  17* 

YE  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice  5& 

Ye  iflands  of  the  northern  fea  153 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  156 

Ye  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King  180 

Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  144 

Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft  80 

Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  1 80 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King  216 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join  295 

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AMERICAN 

HERO 

A      Sapphick      O     D    E. 
By    N  A  T  H.     N  I  L  E  S,     A.  M. 


WH  Y  fhould  vain  Mortals  tremble  at  the  Sight  of 
Death  and  Deftruai.cn  in  the  Field  of  Battle, 
Where  Blood  &  Carnage  clothe  the  Ground  in  Crimfon, 
Sounding  with  Dean  -G'oans  ? 

2.  Death  will  invade  us  by  the  Means  appointed, 
And  we  muft  all  bow  to  the  King  of  Terrors  ; 

Nor  am  1  anxious,  if  I  am  prepared, 

What  Shape  he  comes  in. 

3.  Infinite  Goodnefs  teaches  us  Submiffion; 
Bids  us  be  quiet  under  all  his  Dealings  : 
Never  repining,  but  forever  praifing 

GOD  our  Creator. 

4.  Well  may  we  praifehim,  all  his  Ways  are  perfect; 
Though  a  Refplendencc  infinitely  glowing, 
Dzzzles  in  Glory  on  the  Sight  of  Mortals 

Struck  blind  by  Loftre ) 

5.  Good  is  Jeho/tah  in  bellowing  Sunlhine, 
Nor  lefs  his'^Poodncfs  in  the  Storm  and  Thunder: 
Mercies  and  judgments  both  proceed  from  Kindnefs--- 

Infinite  Kindnefs  ! 

6.  O  then  exult,  that  GOD  forever  reigocth 
Clouds,  which  around  him  h  nder  our  Perception, 
Bind  us  the  itronger  to  exalt  his  Name,  and 

£>hcut  louder  Praifcst 


j.  Then  to  the  Wifdom  of  my  Lord  and  Matter, 
E  will  commit  all  that  1  have  or  wi(h  for  : 
Sweetly  as  Babes  flecp  will  I  give  my  Life  up 

When  call'd  to  yield  it. 
8.    Now,  Mars,  I  dare  thee,  clad  in  fmoky  Pillars, 
Burfting  from  Bomb- Shells,  roaring  from  the  Cannon, 
Rattling  in  Grape  Shot,  like  a  Storm  of  Halftones, 

Torturing  JEthei  ! 

9.  Up  the  bleak  Heavens, let  the  fpreading  Fiamea  rife 
Breaking  like  JBtna  through  the  fmoky  Columns, 
Low'ring  like  Egypt  o'er  the  falling  City, 

Wantonly  burnt  down. 

10.  While  all  their  Hearts  quick  palpitate  for  Ha  vock, 
Let  flip  your  Blood  Hounds,  nam'd  the  Britifh  Lyon*; 
Dauntlefs  as  Death  flares ;  nimble  as  the  Whirlwind; 

Dreadful  as  Demons'. 

11.  Let  Oceans  waft  on  all  your  floating  Caftles  ; 
Fraught  with  Deftruction,   horrible  to  Nature: 
Then,  with  your  Sails  fili'd  by  a  Storm  of  Vengeance, 

Bear  down  to  Battle  ! 

12.  From  the  dire  Caverns  made  by  ghoftly  Miners, 
Let  the  Explofion,  dreadful  as  Vulcanoes, 

Heave  the  broad  1  own,  with  all  its  Wealth  and  People, 

Quick  to  Deftrtf&on  ! 

13.  Still  (hall  the  Banner  of  the  Kirfg  of  Heaven 
Never  advance  where  I'm  afraid  to  follow  : 
While  that  precedes  me  with  an  open  Bofom, 

War,  I  defy  thee. 

14.  Fame  and  dear  Freedom  lure  me  on  to  Battle, 
While  a  fell  Defpot,  grimer  than  a  Death's-Head, 
Stings  me  with  Serpents,  fiercer  than  Medufa's, 

To  the  Encounter. 

15.  Life,  for  my  Country  aad  the  Caufe  of  Freedom, 
Is  but  a  Trifle  for  a  Worm  to  part  with  ; 

And  if  preferved  in  fo  great  a  Conttix, 

Life  is  redoubled, 

NerwUb,  (Connefiicut)   OBober— 1775, 


H 


THE 

Infant     SAVIOUR 

A     SAPPHIC      ODE, 

Adapted  to  the   Tune   of   Bunker-Hixl. 

I. 
ARK!    whence  that  found,  hark  !    hark  !  the 
joyful  fhoutings  ; 
See  !  fee  !  what  fplendor  fpreads  its  beams  around  us3 
Turning  dark  midnight  into  noon-tide  glory, 

As  it  approaches. 
II. 
With  pomp  majeftic,  fee  the  heav'nly  vifion, 
Slowly  defcending  ;  whilft  attendant  angels, 
Pour  acclamations;  and  celeftial  chauntings, 

Wake  our  attention. 
III. 
Fear  not  ye   ihepherds,  'tis  the  Prince   of  Peace 
Full  of  companion — full  of  love  and  pity  :  [comes3 

Bringing  falvation,  for  the  loft  of  mankind ; 

For  ruin'd  nature. 
IV, 
Go  pay  your  homage  to  your  infant  Saviour, 
Laid  in  a  manger;  view  the  Lord  of  glory, 
Meanly  attended;  yet  the  great  Redeemer  ! 

Yon  ftar  mail  guide  you. 
V. 
Give  God  the  glory,  all  ye  hofts  celeftial, 
Peace  dwells  on  earth,  and  man  enjoys  his  favour  ; 
Rais'd  from  death's  dungeon — heir  to  life  eternal, 

Through  a  Mediator, 
VI. 
O  !   may  imprefHons  of  his  boundlefs  mercy, 
Ever  remind  me,  of  my  grateful  duty  ; 
<§weet  the  employment  to  proclaim  his  goodnefs, 

And  fing  his  praifes. 


Hymn    on    P  E  A  C  E; 

(WORCESTE  R.) 

»,  T>EHOLD,  array 'd  in  Light 
fj   And  by  Divine  Command, 
Fair  Peace,  the  Child  of  Heav'n,  defcends 
To  this  affliaed  Land  ! 
Like  the  bright  Morning  Star 
She  leads  a  glorious  Day, 
And  o'er  this  weftern  World  extends 
Her  all  reviving  Ray. 

2  Your  Swords  to  Plough  (hares  tnrn'd, 
Your  Fields  with  Plenty  crown'd, 

Shall  laugh  and  fing — and  Freedom  fpread 

The  Voice  of  Gladnefs  round. 

Oh,  Sing  a  new  made  fong! 

To  God  your  Kymns  addrefs, 

He  rul'd  the  hearts  of  mighty  Kings, 

And  gave  our  Arms  Succefs. 

3  He  check'd  our  haughty  Foe 
And  bad  the  Contefl  ceafe,— 

"  Thus,  and  no  farther,  fhalt  thou  go 
Be  all  the  World  at  Peace, 
No  More  fhall'  favage  War 
Lead  on  the  hoftile  Band; 
No  more  mall  fuff'ring  Captives  mourn,. 
Or  Blood  pollute  the  Land." 

4  Confefs  Jehovah's  Pow'r 
And  magnify  his  Name, 

Let  all  the  World  with  on-r  Accord, 
His  wondrous  Work  proclaim, 
Let  us  with  Hearts  devout 
Declare  what  we  have  feen, 
And  to  our  Children's  Children  tell 
How  good  the  Lord  h:  :    Deen, 


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